Liangzhu Country Camp.
In the secluded chamber of the General's office, Du Tiechuan sat cross-legged on a cushion, his eyes open.
The images in his eyes kept shifting, revealing scenes from the battlefield.
Since the second grand battle began, Du Tiechuan had already interrupted his healing, secretly monitoring the fierce fighting outside.
Compared to before, he looked even thinner. His already sharp features now appeared skeletal.
His complexion was poor, very pale, and bloodless.
From the battle with the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King until now, his injuries had not yet healed.
Healing turned out to be much more challenging than Du Tiechuan had initially estimated.
The fierce clashes of the Nascent Soul Level, the mutual collisions of armies, countless soldiers continuously dying... All these scenes fell into Du Tiechuan's eyes, yet did not stir the slightest ripple in his heart.
He was concerned with only one thing.
And that was— Where is the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King?
