Chapter 1250 - Bloodline Reversion
Liu Wuxie and He Yingwu threaded through several streets until they reached the edge of Eastern Street. The district sprawled for miles, and finding one man in that expanse felt like hunting for a needle in the ocean. Elder Long had given them only a vague clue about his friend, so the search seemed hopeless.
"Sorry to bother you, but do you know where Old Blindie lives?" Liu Wuxie asked, stopping an old woman along the road.
"Old Blindie?" the woman replied. "He lives in the tattered courtyard at the far end—keep walking straight and you'll see it."
She pointed toward the distant edge of the street.
They thanked her and quickened their pace. After about fifteen minutes, they arrived at the far end of Eastern Street, where a crumbling courtyard stood alone.
"This should be the place," Liu Wuxie muttered. Beyond this gate, they would leave Eastern Street entirely.
He Yingwu hurried forward and knocked on the warped wooden door. Crisp thuds echoed into the courtyard's depths.
"Is anyone here?" he called. Silence stretched on; no one answered.
"Could he be out?" Liu Wuxie wondered, frowning.
Just as they prepared to leave, the door creaked open. A ragged old man shuffled out, leaning on a cane. He appeared blind; his eye sockets lay hollow, as if someone had gouged his eyes away.
"Who are you looking for?" the old man rasped. Though sightless, his presence told Liu Wuxie the man was not truly helpless.
A powerful aura rolled off him and stunned Liu Wuxie—the man had reached the pinnacle of the Void Realm. At that level, one could regenerate lost body parts, even eyes—so why had he chosen to remain blind?