Tea fragrance drifted through the pavilion.
Poison Douluo sat across from Su Mo, his emerald-green eyes assessing the young man before him.
A nineteen-year-old Soul Douluo, creator of the Ring Condensation Technique, possessing a full set of ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, with his Eighth Soul Ring even being a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring—and just moments ago, he had forced the Clear Sky Sect's sect master into a thoroughly miserable state in the Martial Arts Arena.
Any one of those titles was enough to crush someone under its weight, yet Su Mo merely sat there quietly pouring tea, as though none of those earth-shattering events had been his doing.
A monster!
This brat before him was a genuine monster!
"Dean Su Mo, just say whatever you have to say!"
Poison Douluo lifted his teacup and took a sip, suppressing the turmoil in his heart before speaking slowly.
He had always been a loner and disliked beating around the bush.
Su Mo set down the teapot and got straight to the point. "Senior Dugu, I would like to invite you to join Su Mo Academy as a professor."
Poison Douluo's hand paused as he held the cup, and he nearly sprayed out the tea in his mouth.
He had not expected Su Mo to want to invite him into Su Mo Academy.
Did the other party not know his reputation?
"Dean Su Mo, are you joking?" Poison Douluo asked.
"Of course not!"
Su Mo answered without the slightest hesitation.
"Senior Dugu, if I'm not mistaken, you've been poisoned by a deadly toxin, haven't you? Right now, you're only forcibly suppressing it with Soul Power. But the harder you suppress it, the more fiercely it rebounds. At this rate, within ten years, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep it suppressed any longer."
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