Ying Aotian walked over with a friendly smile towards Huang Xiaolong and then took a seat.
There was an aura of desolation that shrouded his whole body. His cultivation had been wasted and he had fallen from grace, from being an exceptional individual, he became a good-for-nothing.
There was nothing in his eyes but resentment and despair, but his state of mind was fine. He was able to restrain himself and at least he did not exhibit any signs of wanting to live or die.
A drowning man will catch at a straw, and yet Ying Aotian's qualities remained high above the average man.
"Little Long, my older brother Aotian and I have had a close relationship since our childhood. Brother Aotian has taken good care of me. You...you must help my brother Aotian out!" Ying Aoshan swiftly gripped Huang Xiaolong's hand like it was her lifeline.
Ying Xiao was unable to find a solution to Ying Aotian's injury. This did not mean Huang Xiaolong would be unable to.