"It appeared they were unable to eat their meal," Qiao Mu commented in a mocking tone as she languidly walked to her father's side with her arms crossed.
Qiao Zhongbang did not know what to say. He spun in a circle before randomly grabbing a wooden stick on the street and wanted to run up by himself to save the mother and daughter duo.
Qiao Mu rolled her eyes and sent a look to Second Uncle.
Second Uncle hastily swung his arms up to block his brother's path. "Eldest Brother, stay here. I will go save them."
Qiao Zhongbang's hand holding the stick froze, and he turned pale for a moment. Only then did he remember that he was no longer the genius young mystic cultivator from back then who was high-spirited and vigorous.
Now, he was nothing but a cripple. He would merely be seeking his own death by charging into a group of zombies.
