"Little Monster, is there anything even better than a seventy-thousand-year Soul Bone?" Dugu Bo was utterly shocked.
Han Yu nodded. "There's no harm in telling you in advance. For this Soul Master Grand Competition, I plan to put up eight Soul Bones between ninety and a hundred thousand years old. As long as they win the Soul Master Grand Competition, those eight Soul Bones will be theirs. So, Old Monster, do you still think this seventy-thousand-year Soul Bone is that impressive?"
"Little Monster, whose ancestral grave did you dig up? You can't let anyone find out." Dugu Bo said anxiously.
In the world of Soul Masters, whoever could produce so many Soul Bones would not necessarily command universal obedience, but no Titled Douluo below Rank Ninety-Nine would be unmoved.
Moreover, accepting a Soul Bone meant owing Han Yu an enormous favor. It would not be impossible for them to become Han Yu's enforcers.
But for Han Yu, whose strength would only grow greater in the future, there was no real need for such enforcers.
"Don't worry, Old Monster. There absolutely won't be any problems with the origins of these Soul Bones. But don't go around talking about it, or others might set their sights on them."
Naturally, Dugu Bo understood.
By telling him this, Han Yu was treating him as one of his own. With Han Yu's talent, his future was boundless. For the Dugu Family to attach itself to someone like him was already their good fortune.
Dugu Bo was not Tang San. Naturally, he knew how to repay kindness.
"Little Monster, thank you."
"Don't say something so mushy. If you have nothing else to do, Old Monster, go keep an eye on Canaan City. Also, you can arrange for some refugees to move into the areas that have