Feng Cheng grimaced bitterly, giving a slight shake of his empty trouser legs, which wrapped around his calves that had long since atrophied and were unfit for public appearance. Years of being physically challenged from birth had left his calves barely developed; though they had grown properly in shape, using them was still incredibly difficult. Not to mention the layer of atrophied skin on the outside.
It was impossible for him to walk normally in this lifetime.
He Qing gritted her teeth, remembering all the help Feng Cheng had given her since childhood, and without hesitation, she reached out both hands and pressed them onto his knees!
She was now brimming with Spiritual Power. Even though she was innately deficient, the nourishment from the Spiritual Energy should make some difference, right?
