"Mo Shou, Mo Shou, how did you get hurt? Let me bandage you, let me bandage you..." the wooden stake man's mother, Xu Yu, said.
Zhu Minglang furrowed his brows as he watched the scene.
He didn't intervene because the wooden stake man's mother, Xu Yu, was herself in a deplorable state, even the needle and thread she took out lacked any thread.
Impatiently, Mo Shou pushed away his mother, Xu Yu, and coldly said, "How can these broken things possibly repair my body of Divine Patterns?"
"But it's better than leaving it open like this, just let Mother help you one more time. I'm already old, and you'll have to walk the path ahead by yourself. Don't do anything foolish!" the wooden stake man, Xu Yu, said.
Mo Shou stood there, silent.
