"Huh?"
Naruto stared at him in disbelief, leaning back with his brows knitted into a ring. His eyes scrunched up, one wider than the other. "You're a Soul Douluo. Why are you telling an ordinary Soul Grandmaster like me all this?"
"You?"
Old Man Ye's eyes widened too. He slammed the wine jug down on the table and pointed at Naruto's nose. "You've got the nerve to call yourself ordinary?"
"I've practiced medicine for all these years, and I've never seen a monster like you!" Old Man Ye's voice rose in anger. His finger moved down, pointing at the meridians all over Naruto's body as he demanded, "What happened to your injuries? Do you think I can't tell? What kind of immense Soul Power would it take to stretch your meridians into this state? Never mind that it might happen if you tried to make your Soul Power self-destruct and failed..."
"But how come your body shows signs of healing? I've treated you only two or three times, so how did you recover completely?"
Old Man Ye's gaze burned into him. Under that piercing stare, Naruto couldn't help feeling a little guilty. He pondered for a moment.
"Uh... You're just that good?"
"Bullshit!"
Old Man Ye spat as he flung his sleeve and scolded him.
"Every healing Martial Soul in the world works the same way: it gives the body energy and stimulates it to heal wounds faster. The body itself is what actually heals the wounds, not the Martial Soul!"
"In other words, even my Nine Star Begonia is powerless against scars or serious injuries like severed limbs!"
Old Man Ye spoke faster and faster, his gaze growing sharper. He leaned forward with his wiry frame, taking on an aggressively imposing stance, as if he wanted to dissect the