Before the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau.
On the long street.
Wang Yu struggled out of the crater.
Every movement made him bare his teeth in pain.
That blow had shattered the sinews and bones throughout his body. Even though he had reached the pinnacle of Martial Dao—
Flesh was easily mended, but sinews and bones were hard to heal.
For ordinary people, injuries to sinews and bones took a hundred days to recover from. For martial artists, that was even more true.
After bone tempering, a martial artist's bones were tougher than refined iron, let alone for one who had reached the pinnacle of Martial Dao.
The tougher the bones, the more troublesome their recovery.
After climbing out of the crater, Wang Yu bowed to Jiang Ning.
"Luo River King, rest assured. I will definitely bring this matter back to the Nine Heavens. Please treat my lord generously."
"You are quite loyal," Jiang Ning said.
Wang Yu then cupped his fists toward the young man.
"My lord, rest assured! I will bring our clansmen to rescue you. Please endure this humiliation for a few days."
Upon hearing this, the young man's expression eased somewhat.
"My lord, I shall take my leave first," Wang Yu said in farewell.
He then bowed to Jiang Ning again, his attitude respectful, without uttering a single harsh word.
Then, he walked into the furrow ahead, picked up the two unconscious attendants, nodded to the young man, and flashed away.
"Tell me, do you think your page boy will bring Immortal Medicine to save you?" Jiang Ning asked.
Hearing this, the young man fell silent.
"It seems your life is not worth all that much in your own eyes." Jiang Ning gave a mocking laugh, though he was not disappointed.
The reason he had done this was