Meanwhile, just as Tang San and the Seventh Elder were heading toward the Blue Silver Forest,
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were sitting together.
Bottles of wine covered the table before them. Both men were slumped over, clearly drunk. Although they were Titled Douluo and could use Soul Power to dispel the alcohol, they were drinking to drown their sorrows, so neither had done so.
The reason for their drinking was simple. Ever since they learned that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would send its disciples to join Spirit Hall's Soul Master squad, both of them had felt deeply guilty—Sword Douluo in particular.
Now, he was saying to Bone Douluo,
"Bone, tell me, am I a complete failure? As a protector of the sect, all I can do is watch it end up like this."
Bone Douluo drained his cup and replied helplessly,
"I feel the same. But there's no choice. Immortal Herbs are far too important to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They could solve the flaws of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul."
Sword Douluo sighed helplessly at that.
Bone Douluo, already drunk, then said,
"Say, if we could find Immortal Herbs, could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect avoid sending Soul Masters to join Spirit Hall's squad?"
At that, Sword Douluo, who had been slumped over, seemed to have been struck by inspiration. He said,
"Exactly! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has already moved to Spirit City, so there's no danger. We can go out and search. I refuse to believe Spirit Hall's Immortal Herbs just appeared out of thin air. They must have found them somewhere. If we find some too, everything will work out."
Bone Douluo, just as drunk, immediately agreed with Sword Douluo's idea.
"You're right, you old bastard. Let's