Old Master Ma did not know when he left the mountain. The only thing he knew was that when his conscious was finally clear once again, he had already arrived at the front door of Vigilante A's place.
"I killed my own son…" He kept repeating.
As Zheng Dao welcomed him into the living room, the man constantly repeated the same sentence.
Seeing that the man was clearly unstable and anxious, Zheng Dao reached out a finger and pointed at the space above the man's head, and a soft ray of blue light shot out.
Suddenly, Old Master Ma's eyes were once again as clear as before. His arms were wrapped around his head, his mind still not being able to comprehend what had just happened.
"Monastery Master Ma, what happened?" Zheng Dao asked with concern.
This old man had a good heart, so he was guessing that the person must have suffered something tragic.