Torture. The young man in plain blue-green clothes said nothing. As he continued wrapping fresh bandages around Lu Yuanzhou, he shook his head. "That is something I do not know, Little Immortal Master. As for the specifics, when the Young City Lord arrives shortly, you may speak with him yourself."
After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, the young man in plain blue-green clothes had finished replacing the ointment on Lu Yuanzhou's body and wrapping his bandages.
He then bowed with cupped hands toward Lu Yuanzhou, who lay on the bed, before turning and leaving the guest room.
After another short while, footsteps sounded outside the door.
These footsteps differed from those of the young man in blue-green clothes just now. They were neither hurried nor slow, steady and powerful as they struck the ground, with nearly identical intervals between every step.
Merely by hearing those footsteps, one could tell that this person's cultivation was profound.
The room door was pushed open. A young man who appeared to be only in his early twenties walked in.
He wore a crimson-purple brocade robe, his expression calm and composed.
Yet beneath that lake-like calmness lay a sorrow too deeply suppressed.
Or rather, despair.
"Awake?"
Wei Yang spoke.
Now, not a trace remained of the old image of a pampered dandy on Wei Yang.
After all, he was now a Spirit 통 Realm cultivator.
Coupled with his status as Young City Lord, his position in Forgotten River City was quite high.
"Thank you, Senior, for lending a hand."
Lu Yuanzhou tried to force himself upright.
Seeing this, Wei Yang merely lifted a finger slightly.
The True Qi of a Spirit 통 Realm cultivator pressed Lu Yuanzhou back down onto the bed.
"Do not move around."
Wei Yang spoke slowly: