At the mention of his arms, Jia Chaoyuan's expression darkened.
"Come in, we'll talk inside!"
He turned and walked toward the backyard.
The two followed him.
The backyard was peaceful. A thatched hut stood by a small stream, complete with a bamboo grove and a vegetable patch, no different from a mortal's home.
A glance inside the hut revealed it was fully furnished, yet there was nothing related to Cultivation. The only Incense Burner was filled with ordinary spices.
'Has he given up on Cultivation?'
Chen Che thought to himself.
Although Jia Chaoyuan had no arms, it didn't affect his daily life. With a light stomp of his foot, two pumpons flew out from the hut and landed before them.
An apprentice from the smithy came to serve tea.
"It's not that I was being heartless."
Jia Chaoyuan sat cross-legged and began to speak.
"It's just that in this state, I truly couldn't bear to face anyone. So I had my disciples spread the word that I had passed away..."
