Passing on the News

Cinderella felt the sincerity in Tang San's words. Warmth rose in her heart, though her feelings were complicated.

She took Tang San's hand and said gently, "I know you're the best, Tang San. But we still need to be careful. Heaven Dou City isn't like Notting City. Its factions are tangled together, and we'll be newcomers. We must tread carefully."

"I understand." Tang San clasped his sister's hand, the softness of her touch calming him.

As long as he was there, he would never let his sister suffer the slightest wrong.

Yu Xiaogang? He's nothing but a clown. If he behaves himself, fine. But if he tries anything, Heaven Dou City may well become his grave.

In Moonlight Pavilion, Heaven Dou City.

Since that day, Tang Zhong had come every few days to treat Tang Hao.

Soft white light flowed from the Healing Scepter into Tang Hao's ravaged meridians like moonlight, trying to soothe the wounds, old and new, that riddled his body.

But how could a mere Soul King's healing Soul Skill easily mend the hidden injuries of a Titled Douluo, especially ones compounded by the backlash of Ring Detonation and the erosion of Ge Duo's strange energy?

Each treatment was a painstaking attempt to ease the damage. Tang Zhong could barely keep Tang Hao's injuries from worsening. True recovery remained far out of reach.

Another treatment had just ended.

Tang Hao sat cross-legged on the soft bed, his bare torso crisscrossed with old and new scars. The sight was ghastly.

His face was pale, but compared with its deathly gray hue at first, it had regained a faint trace of life.

Sweat soaked the unruly hair across his forehead. His tightly pressed lips betrayed the agony he was enduring.

Eyes closed, he felt the lingering pain inside