In a basement featuring only a half-window, an old man lay on a single bed, his face haggard and his eye sockets deeply sunken. He lay amidst yellowed quilts, his body emitting a foul odor. His hair was gray and white, his beard stubbly, and his eyes were hollow; only his right hand retained any mobility.
A faint sigh, muffled by a low groan, broke the silence. Suddenly, a figure burst into the room, gripping a mop handle, and rushed to the bedside. The old man turned his head to look at the source of the noise and saw the mistress of the villa. Before he could speak, he saw her raise the mop handle.
"Zhu Daqing, you claimed to be a peerless expert, invincible with just one hand. And yet, you couldn't even handle a mere peasant!"
Chapter 447