Above the Luoshui River.
Huang San watched Jiang Ning's back disappearing into the distance, and only then did he carefully climb aboard the multi-storied boat.
"Thank you, my lord!"
He knelt down towards the lake's horizon, where Jiang Ning's silhouette merged with the sky, then slowly rose to his feet.
Afterwards, he glanced at the twisted figure of the man lying next to his feet.
"Bad luck!"
He spat on the corpse and kicked it fiercely.
Although the corpse was twisted beyond recognition, how could he not know who it was.
That pinch-faced simian look, he could never forget in his lifetime.
He had been caught and brought here all because of this person.
Then, he searched the boat for medicine for himself.
His wounds had been soaked in water for too long, and if he didn't treat them timely, his life would be at risk.
As he searched around, wherever his eyes landed, there were corpses strewn all over.
