"Things of the past? What do you mean by things of the past?"
The three simultaneously shouted with anger.
"Tell me, who on earth injured you?"
"So many years have passed, there's no point in bringing it up again. We still have a lot of things left to do; provoking them again wouldn't do us any good."
Considering the bigger picture, Meng Chanji decided it was better to keep it hidden if he could.
"Speak! I want to know who it was!"
Jia Zhenjing's eyes turned red, his chest heaving. He was already fixated on this matter.
One must know, Meng Chanji was the instructor of their batch back then, and his cultivation was extremely high. Anyone capable of injuring him must have been an extraordinary force, perhaps even stronger!
With his head shaking, Meng Chanji's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He looked at each of their faces, sighing and shaking his head, which puzzled the usually hot-tempered Jia Zhenjing.
