Wenlong treated Wen Wen and the other three once more before finally setting his mind at ease. As long as their foundations had not been damaged, all was well. Otherwise, things would have been far too troublesome.
Fortunately, they only had flesh wounds, so treating them was not difficult. Spending some time bedridden, however, was unavoidable.
Once their injuries had stabilized, Wenlong reinforced the formation again, guarding against the possibility that the enemy had a formation master who could break the city's defensive formation.
He also asked Elder Wang and the others about everything that had happened. All he could say was, "What must come will come. There's no avoiding it."
He waited for someone from the Marquis House to arrive. Without an explanation, this matter would not be settled so easily. He also wanted to test the strength of their Golden Immortal.
Wenlong barely gave opponents at his own stage a second thought. Those few Immortal Stage cultivators from the Marquis House, for instance, had been utterly weak before him.
When he dealt with them, they had no power to fight back. Wenlong had forgotten that he could even withstand attacks from mighty beings.
These mere Immortal Stage cultivators, on the other hand, had no ability whatsoever to withstand a mighty being's spells.
He had struck it rich in the Ancient Battlefield of mighty beings. Never mind all the Storage Rings and weapons he had gathered from those mighty beings.
The supplies and treasures in the adventurers' Storage Rings alone were already more than he could ever use.
Now, apart from treating Wen Wen and the other three, he spent most of his time with his family. The child who had still been in the womb when he left was now ten years old.
Wenlong could not help marveling