1951 1951. Hunched

Divine Demon had departed with the old cultivator. Storms blew on his face as he inspected his opponent. The vitality that his figure radiated created a stark contrast with his hunched back and white beard, and the scene eventually tickled Divine Demon's curiosity.

"Before we start killing each other," Divine Demon asked while nearing the cultivator, "I have a doubt that I'm dying to solve."

The old cultivator was still a bit pissed about the previous interaction with Noah, but that sudden question from Divine Demon left him surprised. Heaven and Earth had obviously studied him since he was a potential threat, so it felt strange to see traces of mental stability in him.

"Why didn't you fix your back?" Divine Demon quickly continued and made the expert's surprise shatter.