He supported Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor with one hand, held an umbrella with the other, and helped him over to the roadside. With one kick, he knocked open the nearly shattered rolling shutter of a shop, and helped Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor inside to take shelter from the rain.
Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor leaned back in a chair, looking as if all the strength had left his body.
"Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor, are you all right…"
"What do you mean, am I all right? I was facing the Heavenly Master Avatar and still managed not to collapse—just think, my backbone is at least ten times stronger than any other Great Zombie!"
Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor boasted with excessive pride.
Seeing Wen Yan didn't seem to get it, Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor felt that showing off was pointless, and immediately slumped back into his listless, lifeless state.
