While Hao Ren was chatting with Lanina, he suddenly saw the temple gates not far away open. A familiar figure walked out—Hassu.
"Better to act on the day than pick a date..." Hao Ren muttered. "Let's just get this settled today."
Corpus's dire situation had kept Hassu running himself ragged for days, leaving him barely a moment to catch his breath.
On top of that, he had to deal with his own brain, which was as muddled as a bowl of paste.
Although the Dark Power of the Godslayer Sword had already dissipated, its whispers had affected every Demon Hunter who had once been trapped in the rift between space and time, and Hassu was no exception. The distortions in space and time caused by the changes in the Spirit Realm Bell Tower had also damaged the minds of those trapped there to some extent. Hassu and the other Demon Hunters who had emerged from the Spirit Realm Bell Tower were still suffering from a lingering condition known as "soul detachment syndrome."
But compared to the recently concluded Corpus Rebellion, those aftereffects were nothing.
Hao Ren and Lanina left the raised platform to greet Hassu. The two of them called out several times before the Old Hunter finally came back to his senses. Seeing this, Hao Ren could only tug helplessly at the corner of his mouth. "Hassu, is the soul detachment syndrome still serious?"
Hassu quickly composed his expression, regaining some of his usual calm. An awkward smile appeared in his single eye. "It's gotten better. The hallucinations and auditory hallucinations have almost stopped. I was just thinking about something."
Hao Ren stroked his chin. If even a Demon Hunter of Hassu's caliber was this troubled by soul detachment syndrome, the situation of the other Demon Hunters, whose strength