Obtaining the Soul-Fixing Needle

The boy named Harry was clearly enduring the pain, but when Luo Ye and Thor walked in, he still forced a smile.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that he was afraid he would groan if he opened his mouth.

Luo Ye didn't care in the slightest about the boy's suffering. He circled the pool, sizing him up from head to toe.

"Tsk. You lived far too indulgently before. You'll have to soak in this medicinal pool for another three days."

When Harry heard that he still had to soak for three more days, the corner of his mouth twitched, and his face fell. But when he thought of the hard life he'd lived on his rural fief, and the huge fall from the clouds to the dirt, he endured it.

The boy was only in his teens, but he already had a mind of his own. With his mother's full support, he showed admirable endurance.

Luo Ye returned to Thor's side and raised an eyebrow. "Well? Not a bad candidate, right?"

"Indeed." Thor nodded. "He's ambitious, and his interests conflict with ours. He'll cooperate with all your experiments."

Luo Ye looked smug.

Neither of them mentioned one thing: even with sufficient strength of character, there was no guarantee that the Bloodline Fusion Experiment would succeed.

They left the room full of steam and went back outside. Vanessa, who had greeted them in the foyer, was in the dining room preparing a meal.

She didn't look worried at all about her son suffering. Instead, she gazed at Luo Ye with tender affection.

"Would you like to dine?"

Thor didn't stay for the meal. Vanessa had prepared a full court dinner, with small portions, elaborate etiquette, and a cumbersome series of courses.

He had no time to waste on eating.

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