Chapter 239: Wait for His Seventh Day
Master Juewang had already left, and Yang Ling listened as his footsteps faded into the distance miles away.
At the same time, he had ordered Lü Zhan and his men to follow along, claiming they were escorting Juewang out of the city to avoid harassment from any remaining Rong tribe stragglers.
An hour later, Lü Zhan and his men returned.
"Master Juewang has already left Tingjiang City, taking the water route."
"We escorted him part of the way and then returned as you instructed, sir."
Yang Ling nodded slightly and told Lü Zhan to continue patrolling and keeping watch throughout the government manor.
He took the Three-Hundred-Year Crimson Blood Vermilion Fruit and entered a quiet meditation room.
The Crimson Blood Vermilion Fruit entered his stomach, slowly transforming into a warm current that nourished his entire body.
As the warm current flowed through his limbs and torso, it was gradually absorbed by his physical form.