Hearing that Wang Zheng not only healed his son's leg injury but also helped him with his future studies, Wu Lei was overwhelmed with gratitude and, in his excitement, slapped him on the head.

"Did you hear what your brother Wang said? You need to work hard from now on, okay? Otherwise you'll let down all the people who helped you!"

Wu Lei: ...

In just an hour or two, Wu Lei seemed to have become a complete fan of Wang Zheng.

At this moment, they regard Wang Dashao's words as gospel.

He kept pestering Wang Zheng to tell him about his glorious past, asking if it was really true, as advertised at the martial arts tournament, that he was already an A-level Awakener.

Wang Zheng found it hard to keep up with these young people who had just recovered and were full of energy, and thought the two siblings were really interesting.

You can't get a word out of him no matter how hard you try; he's just a gourd with a sawed mouth.

One of them couldn't stop for more than half a minute, chattering on and on. I thought to myself, maybe Wu Huan's brother had already said everything he wanted to say.

Left with no other choice, I started chatting with the boy about my past experiences, half-jokingly and half-truthfully.

He boasts about single-handedly defeating eighteen demon kings in Yunnan and facing ancient giant demons in Yuzhou. He makes grandiose claims, but if someone knowledgeable heard them, they might think he was the only one worthy of respect in the world.

However, judging from Wu Lei's expression, which seemed to have opened a new world for him, it's hard to tell whether he believed it or not.

Anyway, seeing her son chatting happily with Wang Zheng, Wu's mother's pent-up frustration vanished. After placing the fruit she had bought on the table, she happily went to cook.

The occasional bursts of hearty laughter emanating from the kitchen indicated that dawn had finally broken in this household…