A range of mountains stretched as far as the eye could see, within a secluded valley.
Four figures came to a halt.
"Older brother, are you okay?"
Shi Xiaole reached out to support Uncle Wang, without uttering any unnecessary words that he shouldn't have been saved, for that would be an insult to the other's sentiments and sacrifices.
"These old bones of mine haven't scattered that easily yet."
Uncle Wang chuckled, but then coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Despite appearing mightily invincible before, it was partly due to the amplification of the Slaughter Martial Way, and partly because he was forcing himself beyond his limits. Now, he was facing a period of weakness from overexertion, making him an easy target for either Shen Yuan or Shen Wu should they catch up.
Mu Qianji gently pressed on Uncle Wang's back and, after a while, said with surprise, "The elder has broken sixty-six bones and most of his internal organs have shifted, yet he managed to hold on for so long."
