The crippled Immortal had the grace to at least look embarrassed to be counted as a tag along to the bunnies, which somehow actually rated higher than him on the list now.
He might have lost both his legs to the attack of a Demigod, an injury that nobody had managed to heal so far, but that didn't mean that he couldn't do anything. He still had skills, and while his power level was also crippled, and his Immortal Spirit damaged, he could still fly, so he wasn't immobile.
That didn't mean that any Sect would take him in, though.
Unless they needed someone to work a counter, a damaged Spirit Immortal who couldn't even go on normal missions would be a liability anywhere.
Merrick looked him over, and then shrugged. "That damage is beyond my ability to fix. We could probably destroy the body and hope that the damage isn't attached to his soul, but I suspect that he would rather not take that risk."
"You would be correct.
