Upon the Luo River.
Huang San'er watched Jiang Ning's retreating back until it vanished into the distance, then carefully climbed onto the tower ship.
"Thank you, my lord!!"
He dropped to his knees toward Jiang Ning's silhouette, where the lake and sky merged into one line, before slowly rising again.
Then he glanced at the twisted man lying beside his feet.
"What bad luck!"
He spat at the corpse, then viciously kicked it.
Though the corpse had already been twisted beyond recognition, how could he possibly fail to recognize it?
He would never forget that sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face for as long as he lived.
It was because of this man that he had been captured and brought here.
Afterward, he searched through the tower ship for medicine.
His wounds had been soaked in water for too long. If he did not treat them promptly, his life would be in danger.
As he searched around, corpses lay scattered everywhere he looked.
After making a simple inspection, he discovered that all the corpses had died in an exceedingly bizarre manner.
There were no wounds anywhere on their bodies. They had all died with blood streaming from their seven orifices.
"Was that man a demon or an immortal?" Huang San'er recalled the side of Jiang Ning's face that he had glimpsed moments ago.
Although Jiang Ning had been facing the setting sun at the time, and the dim light had prevented him from seeing clearly,
he could tell one thing: Jiang Ning was very young.
A youthful face was impossible to conceal.
Yet at such a young age, he had accomplished something so earth-shaking and possessed such bizarre methods.
A moment later.
After Huang San'er had applied medicine to his wounds and rebandaged them, he untied a small boat and headed toward the