Divine Sword Manor.
The next day.
The great sun rose in the east.
Jiang Ning pushed open his door.
A round, gentle golden sun crested the eastern mountain range, its light blanketing more than half of Divine Sword Manor.
Jiang Ning gazed at the sun beyond the mountains, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Then—
He clenched his fist.
His essence, qi, and spirit were abundant throughout his body; not a trace of weakness remained.
"My body has finally recovered to its peak!" Feeling his condition, Jiang Ning could not help but smile faintly.
Then he closed his eyes again, quietly sensing the changes in his body. He felt newly regenerated blood flow through every part of him, nourishing and feeding back into his flesh, felt his body growing stronger bit by bit.
In an instant, he became immersed in that sensation.
As he quietly experienced it, he could feel his body strengthening with every passing second.
His body was metabolizing; cells were dying and dividing.
Every change made his body a little stronger.
Who knew how much time passed.
A figure approached.
The moment Shangguan Feilong saw Jiang Ning, he immediately stopped.
Jiang Ning slowly opened his eyes as well.
"Inspector Jiang!" Shangguan Feilong looked at Jiang Ning, his thoughts complicated.
He knew that from the day Jiang Ning had appeared at Divine Sword Manor, the manor had been destined to become history.
Yet because of his decisive choice, the Shangguan Clan had gained the right to continue existing.
It counted as a blessing amid misfortune.
The thought flashed through Shangguan Feilong's mind.
Although this was like cutting off an arm to survive, and the price they had paid was outrageously great—
In his eyes, nothing mattered more to a clan than its continuation.
As long as there was still a