Under the eager gazes of the two rebellious sons, Ouyang shot out of the ice coffin like a skyrocket.
The moment he landed, his legs buckled, and he nearly dropped straight to his knees.
He had been lying down for so long that his own body now felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Leng Qingsong and Chen Changsheng instantly caught Ouyang, one on either side, both rebellious sons looking at him with concern.
Ouyang laughed and scolded them. "I only took a nap. You two didn't stir up any trouble, did you?"
At his words, both looked a little awkward. Leng Qingsong gave two sheepish chuckles but did not answer.
Chen Changsheng smiled and said, "Under your guidance, Eldest Senior Brother, how could we do anything out of line? Respecting our teachers and the Way, and being honest and dutiful-isn't that what Little Mountain Peak is known for?"
Ouyang nodded in profound agreement and said with an air of solemnity, "Well said, Changsheng. We on Little Mountain Peak are simply too honest and dutiful. But we can't be too honest, or people will think we're easy to bully!"
As Ouyang held forth on grand affairs, Leng Qingsong and Chen Changsheng nodded like chicks pecking at grain, voicing their agreement.
Ouyang tried taking a couple of steps, but his legs still had no strength. Chen Changsheng checked his pulse before saying with relief, "You've been bedridden for too long, Eldest Senior Brother, so your qi and blood aren't circulating properly. You'll be fine in a few days!"
"Bedridden for too long? How many days was I lying there?" Ouyang asked in surprise. Hadn't he only spent a few days in the Nine Hells? Had his body become this weak?
Chen Changsheng said softly, "You slept for an entire year, three months, and seventeen days,