Yu Jianzhen had provoked him, yet he had still intended to spare his life. Now, it seemed there was no need for mercy.
Nan Wuji's car followed closely behind.
"Could it be that he used something he shouldn't have?" Nan Wuji pondered in the car, astonished at how much Ling Tianyu had aged in an instant, looking even older than his own son. Wrinkles, white hair—what on earth was going on?
"No, this can't be right," Nan Wuji shook his head in the car, feeling uneasy, and hurriedly took out his phone to dial Zhao Xiangde's number.
It wasn't long before the phone was answered.
"Elder Zhao, where are you at the moment?" Nan Wuji asked.
"I'm at the hospital, what's the matter?" Zhao Xiangde put down the Medical Book in his hands and stood up by the window.
Nan Wuji then relayed what had happened; it was time to let him know.