"Boy, you came here because you need my help with something, didn't you?" Dugu Bo tucked the jade bottle full of poison pills into his Storage Soul Tool, brushed nonexistent dust from his hands, and sat down in a chair before changing the subject.
Zhao Ming smiled faintly and cupped his hands. "Yes. Nothing escapes you, Senior. I'd like you to accompany me to Notting City, a small border city in Fasinuo Province."
"Notting City?" Dugu Bo frowned at Zhao Ming in bewilderment. "What for? I've never even heard of that dump. It must be in the middle of nowhere. Why would you travel all that way?"
Zhao Ming considered for a moment and decided to offer a sufficiently compelling reason. Lowering his voice, he said slowly, "There's a hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast there."
"What?!"
Dugu Bo's pupils contracted sharply. As though struck by lightning, he sprang from his chair.
He stared fixedly at Zhao Ming, two sharp gleams bursting from his cloudy old eyes. His voice trembled slightly with excitement. "A hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast? Are you certain?"
"Certain." Zhao Ming nodded, his expression perfectly calm.
Dugu Bo's breathing quickened. A hundred-thousand-year soul beast stood at the very pinnacle of the soul beast hierarchy.
A hundred-thousand-year soul beast meant not only a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, but also a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone—and one guaranteed to fill a slot its hunter lacked!
To any soul master, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone were treasures that could only be found through extraordinary luck, precious enough to make even Titled Douluos fight tooth and nail.
And transformed soul beasts were a special case among hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.
Before reaching maturity, transformed soul beasts were pitifully weak, little different from ordinary soul masters. Once discovered by a