Meeting Again

Heaven Dou City, Spirit Temple.

The temple master, Spirit Hall Platinum Bishop Salas, wore a grim expression.

The stronger Wriothesley became, the greater a threat he posed to Spirit Hall.

"Wild" Title Douluo were often the hardest to fathom.

Because no one knew which faction they truly belonged to.

If they were from Spirit Hall, then there was nothing to worry about.

But what if they belonged to another faction?

Therefore, not long after Wriothesley appeared, Spirit Hall secretly dispatched a group to investigate him.

However, the results were rather frustrating.

Because Wriothesley was a wild Title Douluo.

And the purest kind of wild one.

In other words, he had no ties to any faction, much less Spirit Hall.

But such people were also the hardest to approach.

After all, he had been rebuffed for nearly five years.

Even if Spirit Hall sent out its own envoys, it would be difficult to obtain any useful information from him.

"What should I do?"

Salas frowned as he pondered inwardly.

For the sake of Spirit Hall, Salas bore an indescribable burden in his heart. Though his personal style left much to be desired, he had always maintained absolute loyalty to Spirit Hall. It could be said that his entire life had been devoted and burned within that magnificent hall. Such a powerful figure was no ordinary person, not someone who could be casually killed.

Thoughts of fleeing surged through the Title Douluo's heart like a tide, yet even two or three Title Douluo would find it difficult to shake the other party's authority. Moreover, faced with such a powerhouse, escape was not guaranteed. If several Title Douluo could not stand against an enemy, how were they supposed to handle themselves?

"What should I do?"

Just as Salas was nursing a headache, a voice suddenly came from outside the door. "Temple Master, this is bad!"

"What is it? Why are you panicking?"

Salas's expression turned stern.

Important people always had some inexplicable temper, especially when they ran into something troublesome.

The subordinate hurriedly said, "A letter has arrived from Spirit City."

At those words, Salas's pupils suddenly contracted.

It had not even been a full day yet, had it?

How had Spirit City already received the news?

Could it be...

In contrast to the panic among the major factions, Wriothesley's little clinic remained as it had been before.

Sigewinne handled the consultations, while Wriothesley sat nearby drinking tea and watching, occasionally lending a hand.

As for Dugu Bo...

That old fellow had gone home to sleep last night. He probably needed time to digest what had happened the night before.

Still, Dugu Bo's reaction was hardly surprising. After all, he was a Title Douluo. News like this did not amount to much for him.

"Open your mouth. Ah~" Sigewinne said to the patient in front of her.

The patient did as instructed.

"Stick out your tongue and let me see!"

"Alright!"

Sigewinne carefully examined the patient's tongue coating, listened to his pulse, and finally wrote him a prescription.

The patient said gratefully, "Thank you so much! You're a miracle doctor!"

"But you still need to rest after you go home! Otherwise, if you come back next time, I won't go easy on you. Complimenting me won't help." Sigewinne put her hands on her hips as she spoke.

She had always been like this. She was willing to have a good relationship with her patients, but if anyone tried to take advantage of her or use her medicine carelessly, that would not do.

"Alright, alright, alright!" The patient hurriedly nodded. "I'll definitely listen to you, take my medicine properly when I get home, and nurse my body back to health. There definitely won't be a next time!"

Sigewinne nodded in satisfaction. "Mm-hm."

After saying that, she turned around and attended to the next patient.

Sigewinne had prescribed medicine countless times already, so she was thoroughly familiar with it.

Of course, patients who came to her were not necessarily cured in a single visit, and they would usually return several times.

The reason so many people liked coming to Sigewinne was that she had a good attitude and did not charge money.

But toward those who refused to follow medical advice, she was not polite in the slightest. She could even frighten patients away.

This was a clinic, not a charity hall.

Wriothesley agreed with that completely.

After all, if he were the doctor and someone refused to follow his instructions before coming back again, it would be best to beat them to death with random sticks.

The two worked through the entire morning and only rested at noon.

Wriothesley was just about to drink some tea to refresh himself when his eyes narrowed and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Looks like quite a few guests have arrived!"

He had not said patients, but guests.

Wriothesley set down his teacup and glanced outside.

"What's going on?"

Sigewinne asked in confusion.

Wriothesley smiled. "They're probably here to see me?"

"Doesn't Duke always look like this? What's so interesting about looking at him?"

For Melusines, the aesthetic standards of their kind differed from those of humans. Their perspective on beauty was distorted, and the essence of all their actions came from love, though it was only love as they understood it.

"Maybe they came because of what happened yesterday."

Sigewinne thought for a moment before speaking.

The people who had come for consultations today had basically arrived to visit after yesterday's events.

"I'll go take a look."

As Wriothesley spoke, he walked toward the main entrance.

There were two people outside.

One of them had a powerful aura and was one of the strongest people Wriothesley had seen on Douluo Continent. Even so, the other party's strength was only fairly decent here.

The other's aura was stronger than most people's, but he looked frail, making him difficult to judge.

After a brief moment of thought, Wriothesley guessed their identities.

He opened the door and saw a middle-aged man with a friendly smile. His temperament was gentle, like that of a scholar. Behind him stood a white-haired old man with sword-like brows and bright eyes, his sharp gaze faintly revealing the aura of battle.

And these two were both old acquaintances.

"Three years have passed, yet Sect Master Ning remains as distinguished as ever." Wriothesley looked toward Ning Fengzhi and slightly cupped his hands.

Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily and stepped forward. "You flatter me, Duke. I merely came to visit you and have no other intentions. Besides, I came today to have a chat with you. I wonder if you have the time?"

Wriothesley found Ning Fengzhi's courteous treatment rather pleasing.

"Please come in." Wriothesley made a welcoming gesture.

At that moment, Chen Xin, standing behind Ning Fengzhi, had been staring intently at Wriothesley as though trying to see through him.

"Forgive the intrusion. I truly apologize, and I hope Duke will not take offense." Ning Fengzhi gave a slight bow, his tone gentle and humble. His attitude was like a ray of spring sunlight, soft yet respectful. Although he did not yet possess the formidable strength of a Title Douluo, as the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects, his exceptional status placed him on equal footing with Title Douluo, without the slightest inferiority.

On Douluo Continent, Ning Fengzhi might not have been the strongest, but he was among those with the greatest influence, enough to move even powerful Title Douluo. Ordinary Title Douluo could not help but feel some awe toward his status and would not dare act rashly. They would show him extra respect, at the very least addressing him as "Sect Master Ning."

This respect did not come from fear, but from a natural acknowledgment of his prestige.