There was a thumb-sized hole in Enpuda’s chest, and scars stretched out of it like a spiderweb. It looked to be an old injury.

This wound pierced all the way through Enpuda’s body. Even though the outer area had healed, the core still had blood seeping out of it.

“Master, how were you injured?! Who did it?!” Ji Wuming was shocked.

“This happened forty-seven thousand years ago. I was stabbed by someone,” said Enpuda.

“Forty-seven thousand years ago? But…” Ji Wuming looked at the wound speechlessly.

Just who was capable of injuring an expert like Enpuda? And even if they could wound him, how were they capable of inflicting a wound that wouldn’t heal even after so long?

“Master, are you using this wound to warn me not to be arrogant? You want me to reserve myself? Disciple knows...