"Ruined?"
Huo Yuhao chewed over the word, unsure which part of Dai Huabin Wang Dong meant.
Wang Dong saw his confusion and nodded firmly before explaining.
"I mean exactly what it sounds like."
She glanced around, then deliberately lowered her voice and leaned closer to Huo Yuhao's bed.
"I didn't know at the time. I only heard about it later from Sister Xiaotao and the others."
"The move you used back then was just too powerful."
"The two deans and that Sea God Pavilion Elder we'd met before couldn't save him in time. He almost died on the spot."
"Then Elder Zhuang rushed over and managed to keep him breathing long enough to save him."
As Wang Dong spoke, a note of rueful sympathy crept into her voice.
"But because they missed the best time for treatment, and his Soul Power was corroded by the killing intent... the source of his Martial Soul was torn apart, and most of the meridians throughout his body were severed."
"Elder Zhuang said his life was saved, but he'd never make any more progress in cultivation for the rest of his life."
"That means he'll be a Soul Elder forever. What's the difference between that and being crippled?"
Huo Yuhao leaned against the headboard and listened quietly.
On the surface, he merely lowered his eyes slightly, giving no hint of what he was feeling.
But inside, Huo Yuhao wanted to burst out laughing.
Crippled?
Dai Huabin had actually been crippled!
Good! He deserved it!
This was even more satisfying than killing him with a single stroke!
What kind of place was the White Tiger Duke Mansion?
A place that recognized only strength and talent!
Back then, because he hadn't awakened the Evil Eye White Tiger Martial Soul and had only one level of Innate