Seven Treasure Hall fell utterly silent.
Every guest froze. Only the disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect delivering the report trembled before Ning Fengzhi's table, gasping for breath.
Crash!
Someone knocked over a wine cup, finally breaking the deathly silence.
"What?!"
Ning Fengzhi shot to his feet, rounded the table, and hurried over to the disciple.
"Is what you said true?
"News arrived just two days ago saying the Rotting Mire was still spreading within the Silves Kingdom, far from Heaven Dou City!
"How has it reached a point less than ten li outside our Seven Treasure City today?"
Shock filled Ning Fengzhi's face. Unable to believe it, he seized the disciple by the collar and questioned him over and over.
The Rotting Mire was a living swamp. It constantly devoured the surrounding land, spreading outward every moment.
Wherever it passed, plants and animals contracted a kind of rot disease. Some sprouted mushrooms, some had their flesh rot into sludge, and some became covered in a hard, grayish-white substance... its symptoms were too numerous to list.
Judging by the information available, rot disease was almost impossible to cure.
Aside from powerful Soul Masters, such as Titled Douluos, who could hold out for a time through their formidable cultivation, anyone who contracted rot disease was doomed to die within a month.
Even Titled Douluos could not resist rot disease, only delay it! They used their comparatively vast reserves of vitality to buy time, postponing the onset of the disease.
When Ning Fengzhi contracted rot disease, he had only been a Soul Sage. But aromatic silk beauty had strengthened and transformed his body, making him different from ordinary people. Thus, even though he was only a Soul Douluo now, he could still endure the disease for a while.
For his