After leaving the Marquis's residence,
Jiang Ning also learned of Shen Wenyuan's injuries: his divine soul had been wounded.
Injuries to the divine soul were a thousand times more troublesome than injuries to the flesh.
With the body of a Grandmaster, most physical injuries were beneath notice and could heal with ease.
But injuries to the divine soul were different.
Recovery was exceedingly troublesome, requiring vast amounts of time and the aid of external objects.
Shen Wenyuan was currently using soul-nourishing incense to stabilize the injuries to his divine soul and assist their healing.
But to truly recover, it would be difficult to do so in less than three to five months.
Shen Wenyuan had been attacked during the process of killing the great demon White Horned Dragon, making Jiang Ning feel that an invisible hand seemed to be pulling strings behind the scenes.
He had already found it strange that Luo Water Lake had been peaceful for so many years, only for a savage and brutal great demon White Horned Dragon to suddenly emerge.
Now, it seemed there was clearly something fishy going on.
As for what exactly was fishy, it was impossible to infer from the existing clues alone.
But he could sense that one day, a drastic upheaval might erupt around the Luo River—an earth-shattering upheaval.
For if an invisible hand truly controlled the great demon White Horned Dragon from behind the scenes, then that hand had to belong to one of the world's foremost experts.
If it could treat the great demon White Horned Dragon, who was slightly stronger than Ye Zhengqi, as a chess piece, how could the hand behind it possibly be weak?
"Perhaps it won't be much longer!!" On the road back, Jiang Ning's thoughts were heavy.
He seemed to sense the air