"What did Poison Douluo want?" Jiang Mian followed Dugu Bo to a deserted spot and immediately asked.
"Oh, it was something important indeed." Dugu Bo looked at Jiang Mian with an unreadable expression. He patted Jiang Mian's shoulder and took out a letter with his other hand. "The Pope personally gave this to me when I went to Spirit Hall to deliver the Immortal Herbs a few days ago."
"She specifically said that if I ran into you, I was to place this letter directly in your hands." Dugu Bo chuckled. "And not just me—even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Gui Mei have gone out to ask around for news about you, kid."
"Pope, why would you go this far?" Jiang Mian looked at the contents of the letter, the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably. Bibi Dong's wording was stern, yet her words were filled with concern for Jiang Mian. It was practically the tone of a domineering female CEO fussing over her young boyfriend.
"Looks like I have no choice but to make a trip back to Spirit Hall." Jiang Mian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled bitterly. "Senior Poison Douluo, how have you been feeling lately?"
"Ever since you cured me, kid, everything tastes good, and even my sleep has become much more peaceful." Dugu Bo burst into laughter.
"Didn't you keep a few Immortal Herbs for yourself?" Jiang Mian asked in return.
"Uh..." Dugu Bo broke into a cold sweat. He looked left and right, but Jiang Mian's gaze remained fixed tightly on him.
"I did leave one for Yanyan, and I kept two for myself." Dugu Bo scratched his graying hair and laughed awkwardly.
"You kept them. It's not a big deal." Jiang Mian chuckled, then his expression abruptly changed. "I'm glad you answered