Yi Chen walked ahead, turning back with a helpless smile toward the gaunt old man.
Despite Yi Chen's efforts to stop them, the vibrations from the great battle had still managed to bring down some of the houses within little Qingyan City.
However, the number of such unlucky victims was very small, with more casualties resulting from the stampede as they fled in panic.
"Nan Nan, don't cry. With me here, your dad's broken leg will soon be mended, and with my nurturing, it might even become stronger," said Yi Chengzi soothingly.
Yi Chen's hand hovered over the leg of a sallow-faced man, whose oddly bent tibia slowly began to return to normal.
"Eh, it really doesn't hurt anymore. The Taoist is truly divine," exclaimed the man, stamping his foot, his eyes filling with the joy of rebirth, unable to imagine the miserable life that awaited him disabled, as the main support for his family.