Before the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau.
On the long street.
Wang Yu struggled to crawl out of the crater.
Every movement made him bare his teeth in pain.
That blow had shattered the sinews and bones within his body. Even though he had reached the Martial Path Peak—
Flesh and blood were easily mended, but sinews and bones were hard to heal.
For ordinary people, a damaged tendon or broken bone took a hundred days to recover. For Martial Artists, this was even more true.
After Bone Forging, a Martial Artist's bones were tougher and harder than refined iron, let alone those who had reached the Martial Path Peak.
The tougher the bones, the more troublesome their recovery became.
After climbing out of the pit, Wang Yu bowed to Jiang Ning.
"Prince of Luoshui, rest assured. I will certainly bring this matter back to the Nine Heavens. Please treat my lord well."
"You are quite loyal," Jiang Ning said.
Wang Yu then cupped his fists toward the young man.
"My lord, rest assured! I will bring our clansmen to save you. Please endure these few days of hardship first."
Hearing this, the young man's expression eased somewhat.
"My lord, I shall take my leave first," Wang Yu said in farewell.
He then bowed to Jiang Ning again, his attitude respectful, without uttering a single threat.
Then he walked over to the furrow ahead, lifted the two unconscious attendants, nodded to the young man once more, and flashed away.
"Do you think your page will bring Immortal Pills to save you?" Jiang Ning asked.
Hearing this, the young man fell silent.
"Looks like your life is not worth that much in your own heart." Jiang Ning gave a derisive smile, though he was not disappointed.
The reason he had done this was