Make the Tang Sect Great Again

"They're here." Zhou Qiubai rose to greet them.

Dantai Canglan clasped his fists in greeting, then grabbed Ghost Leopard, who was bound up like a rice dumpling, from behind the carriage. He strode into the courtyard and tossed him onto the flagstones in the middle.

Ghost Leopard let out a muffled groan.

After all, his Soul Power had been sealed completely, leaving him without even the strength to struggle.

The Ghost Leopard Douluo who had once commanded fear in Spirit Hall's Elder Hall now looked so wretched that anyone would believe he was a beggar picked up from some alley.

Dugu Bo emerged from the main hall carrying a teapot. He looked down and grinned.

"Well, if it isn't Elder Ghost Leopard of Spirit Hall." Dugu Bo circled Ghost Leopard. "You weren't this pathetic when you were mouthing off to me outside the Elder Hall back then. It's been a long time—how did you end up such a disgrace?"

Lying on the ground, Ghost Leopard struggled to turn his head and glared at him fiercely, but he did not have the strength to strike Dugu Bo.

After all, throughout the journey from Canghai City to Heaven Dou City, Dantai Canglan had fed him only one bowl of thin porridge a day to keep him alive, afraid he might cause trouble along the way.

After several days, without Soul Power to protect his body, a dignified Title Douluo had been starved to the point of dizziness, unable to gather even enough strength to curse. That was probably a first in the world.

Dugu Bo crouched down. "Hungry? Want something to eat?"

A muffled rumble came from Ghost Leopard's throat.

"Call me Grandpa, and let me hear it." Dugu Bo smiled pleasantly.

Ghost Leopard turned his face away again, maintaining the last