Walking on a broken leg was difficult, even for a cultivator of Lan Zhan's skills and disposition. Every step of their endless-seeming journey sent lightning bolts of pain through his leg, and in spite of his iron will Lan Zhan kept falling behind the group.
Wei Ying's offers of help were well-meaning but entirely ridiculous, much like the man himself. Still, Lan Zhan was not in the habit of lying to himself, so he had to admit the attention was not entirely unwelcome. The pain was still there, but somehow, in light of Wei Ying's genuine care, it became bearable.