The silver needle pierced Baihui. Spiritual energy surged through it, instantly destroying Ren Woxing's cerebellum. From this moment on, he had officially become a vegetable—the kind even Jiang Hao himself could not save. Under these circumstances, Ren Woxing would not live for many more days.
What Sunflower Manual, what mission points? I don't like you. If you dared lay a hand on me, you had better be prepared to bear the punishment.
He wrapped the unconscious Ren Woxing in a blanket and carried him out of the dungeon. As for the other hall masters and incense masters of the Demon Sect, Jiang Hao had no interest in saving them. Those people were no good either; suffering such misery could only be called karmic retribution.
Carefully choosing routes without patrols, he soon returned to the ramshackle shed where Ren Yingying and the others were staying.
When Jiang Hao pushed open the door, a masked man looked at him warily, his hand instinctively resting on the treasured saber at his waist. Upon seeing Jiang Hao, Ren Yingying stood and said, "Young Hero Jiang, you're back. Did you gain anything?"
Jiang Hao looked at the man and asked, "Could this be Left Envoy Xiang, Xiang Wentian?"
Lan Fenghuang darted over from the side. "That's right, this is Left Envoy Xiang. Jiang Hao, you were gone for so long. What did you bring back?" She pointed at the large bundle tucked under Jiang Hao's arm.
Jiang Hao did not answer. He walked to a corner and set down the blanket, then gently lifted one corner, revealing the old face inside, wrinkled like orange peel. Ren Yingying froze. Though the man had aged beyond recognition, she still recognized him as her father, Ren Woxing.
"Father!"
Ren Yingying rushed forward and dropped to her knees.
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