The Stellar Cup's top sixteen, the perfect foil for every generation's Ten Heroes, master of the Nanhuang Dojo, the Old Martial Arts Faction's last glory in Hengzhou, honorary committee member of the Dongxia Martial Arts Association...
After that long string of titles came the same plain, ordinary name.
Zhang Qiang!
The white-haired old man's lifelong obsession was to have his utterly ordinary name inscribed on the Ancient Sky Road at the highest reaches of the starry sea, thereby proving his greatness!
"Kid, don't be scared. He's just a Familiar. I'll cut him down!"
His shriveled, scrawny body trembled as he shakily rose from his wheelchair. His legs quivered wildly, as if they were having a fit.
At long last, he managed to stand steady.
Qin Shi watched in alarm, unable to resist the urge to go help him, then sling the old man over his back and make a run for it.
The four bigwigs of the Pillars were outrageously irresponsible. After all that effort, they'd specially opened a portal just to send over a wheelchair-bound old man who embodied the old, weak, sick, and disabled!
"Kid, in a moment, I'll show you..."
"Grandpa Zhang."
Those three simple words nearly shattered the white-haired old man's Dao heart.
Without even turning his head, he roared:
"Just call me Grandpa!"
Qin Shi's mouth twitched. In keeping with the fine tradition of respecting one's elders, he readily complied:
"Grandpa."
At least you know what's good for you!
The white-haired old man was thoroughly satisfied. He took a deep breath. His dormant Flesh Activity was slowly reviving; his old arms and legs needed warming up before they could swing properly.
"Kid, hold them off for half a minute. After that, I'll help you kill them all."
Qin Shi thought that Grandpa Zhang really was