Ye Ming, who only had sixty yuan to dress up and was extremely shabby, completely forgot about himself. He knew that in the past eight years since entering Qingshan, that was the night when the master spoke the most. His words were vivid and touching, and he wished he could go down the mountain immediately. Vaguely, Ye Ming seemed to think of the unusual night that the master had. He knew that what the master said about helping him settle his grudges must be true, but there seemed to be something hidden...
