When Lu Jin finished speaking, he couldn't help dropping to his knees before the Old Celestial Master, staring at his hands in disbelief.
The moment he saw the blood on them, he clutched his head and burst into tears.
Seeing Lu Jin weep so bitterly, Zhang Zhiwei was actually quite moved. His injuries didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
Still, he didn't let up. "Enough! Don't flatter yourself. You? You think you could kill me? Keep practicing for another eight hundred years!"
Lu Jin stared at Zhang Zhiwei in disbelief. Once he was sure Zhang Zhiwei was really alive, he sprang to his feet and cried excitedly, "You old bastard! If you weren't dead, why didn't you say so? You scared me half to death!"
Touched by Lu Jin's sincerity, Zhang Zhiwei smiled and reassured him. "You scared me. You're over a hundred and still wiping away tears! Look, your great-granddaughter's right here. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Following Lu Jin's gaze, he glanced at the wound on his chest and explained with a rueful laugh, "You really didn't hold back. You were trying to wake me up while covering yourself in golden light to protect your body. That was quite a feat.
"I had no choice but to use my qi to protect my heart meridians. You even managed to break a few of my ribs. Still, you've got enough to brag about for a while!"
Lu Jin couldn't help laughing at that, but he hadn't been at it long before he noticed Lu Linglong standing nearby. He quickly straightened up, trying to preserve his dignity.
Lu Linglong was laughing through her tears too. She hurried over to help Lu Jin up and said with a smile, "Great-grandpa, I wasn't the only one who saw what happened just now. Jinhua