A tiny amount of strength?
Zhang Ruochen did not know what to say.
Perhaps in Yueshen's eyes, the power of a god's left leg was almost insignificant. However, to Zhang Ruochen, it was an extremely potent power, a power many times stronger than his own.
If he were to compare the god's left leg with something, it would be a peerless soldier who weighed in over two hundred pounds. Zhang Ruochen, however, was akin to a seven- or eight-year-old child. With his current strength, there was no way for him to utilize the soldier at all.
On the contrary, the peerless soldier was a burden to a certain extent.
It was obvious as Zhang Ruochen limped as he walked.
Zhang Ruochen still had a long way to go if he wanted to use the god's left leg at will.
Nevertheless, having a god's left leg was indeed a great thing. If he spent more time cultivating and refining it, perhaps he might be able to gain unexpected benefits in the future.