Medicine King Valley.
After placing Wang Jin on the bed.
"Miss Huang, please take care of him," Jiang Ning said.
"Yes, Young Master Jiang!" Huang Yu, dressed in a pale green gown, hurriedly replied.
Afterward.
Jiang Ning walked out of the room and looked up at the sky.
Though white clouds still dotted the heavens, the weather remained fine.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning leaped up, his body soaring straight into the sky.
Boom—
Just as the momentum of his ascent was about to fade, he stepped on empty air. His inner breath erupted, blasting the air apart and forming a sonic boom cloud that spread in all directions as his body rose once more.
Step by step, he climbed ever higher.
Elsewhere.
Lu Qingshan and Elder Huang, the rosy-faced elder with crane-white hair behind him, immediately looked up at the scene in midair.
"Sect Master, what level do you think he has reached now?" Elder Huang asked.
"Martial Dao Rank Five. As for his true combat strength, that is difficult to assess," Lu Qingshan continued. "His cultivation exceeds mine, and the total volume of his inner breath far surpasses mine. But my inner breath has long completed its transformation and condensed into qi force."
"So between him and me, we will only know after fighting."
"Only know after fighting..." Elder Huang watched Jiang Ning continuously ascend toward the mountain above the valley, his expression filled with emotion. "Sect Master, I heard he is not yet twenty?"
"He turned eighteen last year," Lu Qingshan said.
"That is far too outrageous!" Elder Huang sighed.
"Yes." Lu Qingshan nodded. "That is why we can only be his friend, never his enemy. The chance to befriend him is right before us, and we cannot let it slip away."
"With the favor of saving