Hearing Jiang Bei's words, Jiang Hong waved a hand and said, "Young friend, you're overthinking it. I asked about your origins not because I fear you or intend to drive you away. I was merely sighing over it. Your injuries are severe—your muscles and bones are damaged, and your divine power is exhausted. Even with the body of a God Emperor, without ten days to half a month of careful recuperation, it would be hard to see any improvement. Just rest here in peace. Don't think too much."
He turned to look at his granddaughter and said, "Xiao Wan, let young friend Chen rest."
"Mm!"
Xiao Wan answered obediently, then turned back to remind Jiang Bei, "Big brother, you have to drink the medicinal soup while it's hot. If it gets cold, the effect won't be as good!"
"All right. Thank you, Miss Xiao Wan."
Jiang Bei nodded in agreement.
Jiang Hong smiled kindly and said no more. With Xiao Wan supporting him, he turned and walked toward the door.
When he reached the doorway, another bout of muffled coughing burst from him.
"Grandpa!"
Xiao Wan immediately stopped in alarm, her small hand patting Jiang Hong's back hard.
After that, the two of them slowly disappeared behind the door.
After the two of them left, Jiang Bei did not hesitate. He took out his Cosmic Bag and slapped it with his palm.
"Whoosh, whoosh!!"
At once, two streaks of light shot out from within.
They were none other than the Nine Heavens Willow and the Heaven-Drawing Bow!
"The injuries on my body are too severe. If I recuperate normally, it'll take at least ten days to half a month for me to fully recover. But I can't wait that long!"
Jiang Bei's gaze sharpened, his expression grave.
"Seven days have