Han Yu had still underestimated Golden Crocodile Douluo's influence over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The conversation that followed turned into a mutual exchange of flattery.
That night, after seeing Yu Yuanzhen off, Han Yu seized the chance to return to the academy and absorb the alien flames.
The first rays of morning sunlight shone into the Shrek Team's tent. The Healing-Type Soul Master, who had worked all night, lay exhausted in a chair.
"I have done all I can. It is completely impossible for his wound to grow back."
The old man was naturally referring to Dai Mubai.
It was only because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had stepped in that Shrek could afford to hire this Healing-Type Soul Emperor.
The old man had treated Xiao Wu, Tang San, and the others' injuries without any effort. But in Dai Mubai's case, even after exhausting all the Soul Power in his body, he could not make it grow back.
"Thank you for your hard work, sir. Sigh... do you know how he can be restored to his former state?" Flender asked.
Dai Mubai was now in the same state as Ma Hongjun. If Dai Mubai could be cured, then Ma Hongjun might have a chance as well.
The old man accepted the tea offered to him and took a sip. "I have heard that Ye Tianxin, the foremost Healing-Type Soul Master on the continent, is currently in Canaan City. Dean Flender, you can try your luck there. With that senior's abilities, there may be hope."
Flender's eyes immediately lit up. He bowed and said, "Thank you, sir."
The old man waved his hand and promptly left the tent.
Shrek still had a match today. Because Xiao Wu had been injured, Tang San vented all his anger on