Night fell!
Having finished dinner, Qing Mo and Chengcheng were strolling around aimlessly to pass the time!
"Mr. Qing Mo, Director Chengcheng!"
Feng Xingtong, whose injuries had completely healed and who seemed to be in fairly good spirits, hurried over from not far away!
"Oh, Xingtong!"
"Are your injuries healed? How is your sister? Have you had dinner yet?"
Seeing Feng Xingtong come before them, Chengcheng, who was holding Qing Mo's arm, took the initiative to greet him with a smile!
"My injuries are completely healed, and I've had dinner too! Have you two eaten?"
"We have too!"
"That's good! I was just about to go give my sister her second treatment! Would you two like to come take a look?"
"Sure! Let's go have a look!"
After discussing it with Qing Mo and Chengcheng, Feng Xingtong took the lead and headed toward the treatment and recuperation facilities built up on the mountain!
"Ahhhhh...!"
Just as Chengcheng was asking Feng Xingtong about Feng Shayan's current condition, an incomparably panicked shout suddenly rang out from nearby!
When they looked in the direction of the sound, they saw the Old Heavenly Master with a frantic expression pushing Tian Jinzhong in his wheelchair, fleeing into the distance at top speed!
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother! Slow down, slow down!"
Tian Jinzhong, left "at the mercy of others" in his wheelchair, was equally panic-stricken!
After all, his arms and legs had not fully grown back yet, so he still needed a wheelchair to get around!
And what happened during the day had nothing to do with him at all. He had no desire to suffer such an unprovoked calamity!
"I can't slow down—Old Lu's slaps won't slow down!"
"Then put me down! Old Lu wants to smack you. What does that have to do with