Xiao Ning raised an eyebrow. Once again, Wu Shu had surprised him. Truthfully, he had been expecting threats invoking the Wu Clan's name—or at the very least, some desperate pleas for mercy.
Instead, this man still held onto a shred of dignity.
"No need to be so stiff," Xiao Ning chuckled, He stepped forward and lightly placed a hand on Wu Shu's shoulder.
In the next moment, a surge of pure yang qi coursed through his meridians. The burning pain in his body began to fade, fractured bones knit themselves back together, and ruptured channels slowly began to recover.
Wu Shu's eyes widened, disbelief written across his face. He stared at Xiao Ning in utter confusion. "What are you doing?"
This man had just crippled him—and now he was healing him?
But the answer came soon enough.
"I'm certain you've already reported everything you know about the woman named Su Jen," Xiao Ning looked at him with strange expression.
Wu Shu's eyes flickered. So that's what this was about?
