"General, General!"
A man in black hurried forward, nearly stumbling on the slick deck, and came before the old beggar, cupping his fists and bowing as he urgently said, "That river monster is fierce; poison might not drive it away."
The old beggar didn't respond, only after the man in black called out again did he slowly turn his head and calmly look at the man, a faint red glint flickering in his eyes.
The man in black was not old, and as the old beggar's gaze fell on him, he felt increasingly guilty and slowly lowered his head.
Oddly, the tension and fear seemed to vanish instead.
Only then did the old beggar speak indifferently, "Lin Silang, how many years have you followed me?"
The man in black immediately cupped his fists in reply, "Replying to the General, since you saved me, it has been ten years."
"Ten years..."
The old beggar sighed, "Time flows like water, too quickly; the boy of the past has grown into adulthood."
