Zhang Fatty was covered in blood, his huge and stout figure resembling a bear in the darkness. He gasped for breath heavily, it was unclear if he was conscious.,Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: "Why are you dragging your feet again",“Sigh~~~” Bai Wu Chang sighed, “Although Little Emperor is the Son of God, he’s only just officially ascended to the Immortal List. He’s fine now, but what about when he grows up How can he possibly fly around with that much weight~~~~ Why not come cultivate in the Underworld instead Hee hee hee.”。