Chương 1921: A painting

Back then, old master Yun's leg had also been injured. Although he could walk now, it would hurt, so most of the time, old master Yun would still sit on the chair.

After all, he was old and had experienced such a big thing. He couldn't take it anymore.

Yun bixue's heart ached when she heard her grandfather recount the events of the past year in such a casual manner. She had made her grandfather suffer.

She held her grandfather's hand tightly."Grandfather, it's fine as long as you're alive. You don't know how I ... I ..." She said.

She was on the verge of despair back then, but when she found out that her grandfather was still alive, she was really overjoyed.

Now that she saw her grandfather, she was excited and happy, but also sad.

In the future, she must make sure that her grandfather was well. She was even more determined to walk a more powerful path.

Only the strong who stood at the peak could protect the people around them.