Dugu Bo had remained at rank ninety-two for over a decade. If all the Soul Power the poison had devoured during those years were added together, it would probably have been enough to take a Soul Master from rank zero to rank sixty!
That figure stirred something in Dai Mobai's heart, but he quickly suppressed it.
He understood the principle of not biting off more than he could chew.
Besides, Dugu Bo was a Titled Douluo, after all. If Dai Mobai made it too obvious, there was no guarantee he would not notice. A thin stream flowing steadily was the wiser course.
He would recover only a portion with each detoxification, quietly carrying it out mixed with the poison. That was both safe and reliable.
Once the serpent poison in Dugu Bo's body was completely cleared, that lost portion of his Soul Power would count as the "treatment fee"!
At that thought, Dai Mobai slowly opened his eyes and lightly exhaled a breath of stale air.
That breath actually carried a faint wave of heat, condensing into a wisp of white mist in the air before slowly dissipating.
The days passed one by one, and before long, it was time to remove Dugu Bo's poison again.
In the spacious side hall, Dai Mobai sat cross-legged behind Dugu Bo, his fingers pressed against the latter's back.
Dugu Bo still sat on the same meditation cushion, his back straight and his hands resting on his knees.
His frame had filled out a little since his first visit, and his skin was no longer that frightening grayish white. It now had a hint of healthy color.
His fresh robe no longer hung loosely from his body; at least there was something beneath it to give it shape.
Under Dai Mobai's control, the blood-red