At this moment, the middle-aged man to the left of the elder suddenly tentatively asked you, "Little brother, may I inquire about someone?"
Although you appear cold on the surface, you don't look very old, around twenty years old.
Seeing you nod, the middle-aged man hurriedly spoke, "Since you are the disciple grandchild of the ghost hand, you must know Chen Houtu."
"Yes." You nodded, in turn asking the middle-aged man, "Do you know my master?"
"Master?" The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned, nodding repeatedly as if it now seemed reasonable, "I see, no wonder your aura feels a bit similar to his! How has he been all these years?"
At this, your emotions did not waver in the slightest, as if speaking about the most ordinary fact, "He has already sacrificed himself."
"He... he's dead?"
