Inside the main hall of Jiaoshan, a solitary lamp was on.
Nangong Liu was curled up beside the throne and sleeping soundly, with two uneaten oranges beside him.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared at the corner, casting a shadow on Nangong Liu, and slowly approached. The man walked very slowly, holding a cane, and a snow-white silk cloth was worn on the top of his soft nose, completely covering his eyes.
"Hmm..." Perhaps the sound of the bamboo stick tapping the ground disturbed Nangong Li. He woke up from his light sleep, rubbed his eyes, and said in a daze: "Ah, it's my best friend brother... What's wrong with your eyes?"
The person who appeared in the hall was the blind master who had been elusive and tried not to show up in front of everyone.
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