Is this still a person?
On the bed in front of him lay an elderly man, at death's door, without a single area on his body that looked like flesh. He seemed like a skeleton wrapped in a layer of gray skin.
If it weren't for the faint hint of life he could still feel from this 'corpse,' Yang Zhen almost drew out the Great Missing Sword to slay this monster.
"This...this is Elder Feng?"
Yang Zhen looked at the pitiful old man in disbelief. He had not expected his sword strike to break through the shackles of the heavens and earth and reduce an old man to such a miserable state.
Tears welled up in Feng Jingtu's eyes. The strong, burly man was openly crying. Even the usually sarcastic cat kept its mouth shut, looking solemnly at Elder Feng, who lay silent on the bed.
"This is my grandfather; he is only hanging on by a thread. If he doesn't receive treatment soon, the consequences are unimaginable."
