The Ming Dou Mountain Range, once the site of a standoff, had become a place for the Douluo-Sun Moon Alliance to meet and exchange ideas. Alongside the major powers, talented youths had gathered there as well.
"Bei Bei! You little—!"
Xu Sanshi shot up from his wheelchair the moment he saw Bei Bei. A heartbeat later, pain in his legs forced him back down, and he collapsed into the chair.
"Damn it! You old bastard, just you wait!"
To vent all his pent-up anger, Xu Erlei had broken Xu Sanshi's legs without anesthetic.
He had worn the look of a father doing what was best for his son, even as he showed no mercy. Xu Sanshi's tears had come on the spot.
Bi Ji had since treated Xu Sanshi, and his legs had grown back. But they were new legs, and the bones had been broken only recently. Phantom pain still lingered. Standing pulled at the new flesh and the old, bringing a sharp, tearing sensation.
"What happened to you? What did you get up to? Have you told Sect Master Xu?"
Bei Bei stared at Xu Sanshi in his wheelchair, baffled. Did Sect Master Xu really leave him that much to his own devices? His legs had been broken, and his father hadn't even come to heal them?
Xu Sanshi: "..."
"It's fine. He's been busy lately."
Xu Sanshi forced a thin smile.
One look at Xu Sanshi's gritted teeth told Bei Bei that Sect Master Xu might have had something to do with his legs.
"Forget my legs. They'll get better on their own. Look at this."
As soon as he finished speaking, a vivid red Spirit Ring rose behind Xu Sanshi's wheelchair.
"So? Is your big brother impressive or what?"
Absorbing the Golden Tortoise's Hundred Thousand Year