On the Luoshui.
Huang San'er watched Jiang Ning's back recede into the distance, and only then did he carefully climb onto the Tower Ship.
"Thank you, My Lord!!"
He dropped to his knees toward Jiang Ning's silhouette, where the lake surface and the horizon joined into a single line, and only then slowly rose.
Afterward, he glanced at the twisted-bodied man beside his feet.
"Damned bad luck!"
He spat at the corpse, then kicked it hard.
Although the corpse had already twisted beyond human shape, how could he not recognize it?
That sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face—he would never forget it in this lifetime.
The reason he had been captured and brought here was entirely because of this man.
After that, he searched through the Tower Ship, looking for medicine for himself.
His wounds had been soaked in water for too long. If he did not treat them in time, his little life would be hard to keep.
As he searched around, everywhere his eyes fell, corpses lay strewn across the place.
After a simple inspection, he discovered that the way these bodies had died was all extremely strange.
There were no wounds anywhere on them. All of them had died bleeding from their seven orifices.
"Was that man a demon, or an Immortal?" Huang San'er now thought again of the side of Jiang Ning's face he had just seen.
Although at the time Jiang Ning had had his back to the sunset, and the light had been somewhat dim, preventing him from seeing clearly.
But he could make out one thing: Jiang Ning was very young.
A young face—this could not be concealed.
So young, yet he had done such an earth-shaking deed, and had mastered such eerie methods.
A moment later.
After Huang San'er finished applying medicine to his wounds