Marshall Morgan's mind stirred, and he entered the Supreme Divine Temple, beginning to refine the Essence Blood and start healing.
At this moment, a hundred miles away from Marshall Morgan on a mountain peak, a black-robed figure with a gold wolf-faced mask stood with hands behind his back, exuding a cold murderous intent.
It was clearly the Golden Wolf Assassin from the Shadow-Wolf Pavilion.
Swish! Swish!
Suddenly, two figures, swift as lightning, dashed towards the peak.
Upon arriving in front of the one with the golden wolf mask, they knelt straight down.
"What's going on? Where are the others?" The masked figure asked coldly.
"Master, the others are all dead, killed by Marshall Morgan. The information we received was wrong; Marshall wasn't even half-crippled!"
One of the Silver Wolf Assassins replied.
"Not crippled? Then, can he still use his Beast Soul?"
The Golden Wolf Assassin asked.
