"Old Duke Lu, if you hand over that forbidden item of your own accord, there may still be room to turn this around. But if I find it myself and report it to the Prime Minister's Mansion and the Queen for judgment, then everyone in Lu Manor, from top to bottom, will be... hehe..." General Chen let out a malicious sneer.
Old Master Lu shot General Chen a cold glance. His strange gaze swept over Ye Zhen before he turned to inspect Ding Chi's injuries first.
"Grandfather, how is he?" Lü Zitong asked anxiously, her eyes brimming with tears.
"His injuries are severe. Many of his internal organs have been shattered, and he was nearly beyond saving. Yet there is a powerful vitality surging within him. His organs have actually begun to squirm and heal. What did you give him?" Old Master Lu asked in astonishment.
"Me?"
Lü Zitong looked puzzled. "Oh, right. Just now, my brother-in-law had Qingzhu give him a life-saving pill."
Old Master Lu looked at Ye Zhen again, the strange look in his eyes deepening.
With the discerning eye of a Late Dao Realm expert, Ye Zhen—or rather, Di Kuohai—appeared increasingly extraordinary to him.
Capturing Zi Du, a seventh-level World King Realm cultivator, alive with merely third-level Mystic Palace Realm cultivation was no longer something that could be described by the word "heaven-defying."
What was more, when he had arrived, he had seen Ye Zhen withdraw a clone into his body. In Old Master Lu's eyes, that technique had been exceedingly profound as well.
And at this very moment, he could sense the medicinal power radiating endless vitality within Ding Chi's body. It too was utterly extraordinary.
Even the finest life-saving pills in his possession fell short of it.
How could a third-level Mystic Palace Realm