Bad things were about to happen. The dragon's shadow in the clouds circled for only a moment longer before it spotted me and began its descent.

But what is that thing that bursts out of the clouds? It looks alright from a distance, but the closer it gets, the more terrifying it becomes.

A dragon-shaped creature, resembling an inflatable balloon, appeared before them.

It came to me with a hilarious snake-like gait, and I couldn't even fit my neck down. I just kept my head tilted back, only glancing at the balloon out of the corner of my eye.

He's gotten so fat he's lost all his definition; everything about him looks rounded, and he's completely oblivious to it, constantly puffing out his chest and holding his head high.

At this moment, my master and mistress jumped down from the back of the Chiwen. Seeing my awkward appearance, they knew what I was terrified about, since they had been just as frightened when they first saw it.

A perfectly healthy, naturally gifted dragon has been raised to this state; anyone who sees it would have a headache.

The person who fed the Chiwen at the time said that the nation's fortune had suddenly swallowed too much, and it couldn't digest it all at once. It would return to normal once it was digested properly.

The mechanic walked up to me, turned my head back, looked me up and down a few times, nodded, and said, "Not bad. After going through something so big, you're still relatively unharmed."

After saying that, he patted my shoulder hard a few times, which startled the woman next to me, Mei Yao, who screamed. I had indeed aggravated my internal injuries.

My blood rushed to my head again, and I forced myself to swallow a mouthful of blood. My master and mistress were so frightened that they quickly took my pulse.

It turns out that I may seem like a good person, but inside I'm all in chaos, and all my internal organs are out of place.

They were about to channel their internal energy into me to help regulate my internal organs, but I stopped them, shaking my head with a smile.

The Evil Emperor, standing nearby, also said, "Let him recover on his own. I've done all I could."

Upon hearing the Evil Emperor's words, the master quickly bowed to him, thanking him for his assistance.

I recounted my story of battling the demon kings all by myself to my master and mistress once again.

I received two more eye-rolls. In my master's and mistress's eyes, I was just presumptuous to go and watch an earth-shattering battle, and ended up getting caught in the crossfire.

That's exactly the effect I wanted. Instead of endlessly making up stories, sometimes the truth is the only way to fool people, even if everyone just thinks I'm a braggart.

But this kind of boasting can put the minds of those close to me at ease. After all, if I can still joke around, it means the injury isn't really that serious.

But this time they were really wrong. Don't be fooled by my current ability to run and jump; this is actually the worst injury I've ever had.

My strength is less than ten percent of what it used to be. If it weren't for the three divine weapons I possess, I could only handle a fourth-realm Grandmaster right now.

But it is precisely at times like these that I must not show any signs of worrying others.

Looking back at Chiwen, I asked with a pained expression, "Chiwen, what happened? Why are you like this? Is it some new supernatural power? Will you make our enemies laugh to death when we go out in the future?"

My master gave me a slap in an annoyed tone, but my master's wife grabbed my hand.

My master immediately realized what I had said. He felt that my words were making him forget that I was still injured, and he couldn't help but want to hit me.