Titled Douluo Comes Calling

"He should have started hurting already."

After Lu Yuan said that, Dugu Yan did not respond for a long while. She had originally suspected that Lu Yuan had investigated her in secret, but at those words, the wariness on her face clearly gained something else. Her own condition could still be explained by someone having paid attention to the Royal Academy, but Dugu Bo rarely mentioned his physical problems to outsiders. All these years, he had remained the Poison Douluo whom Spirit Masters avoided, never showing the slightest hint of weakness.

Dugu Yan slowly sat upright. "Explain it clearly. Where does my grandfather hurt?"

"It is more obvious on rainy days, but the weather is not the real problem. Every day, at two fixed times, the toxins in his body suddenly become restless, and the later it gets, the harder they are to suppress." Lu Yuan looked at her. "You only occasionally feel numbness in your arms after cultivating. He has accumulated poison for an entire lifetime; it cannot be any milder than yours."

Dugu Yan's hand, clenched on her knee, gradually tightened. When she was little, she had seen her grandfather suddenly shut himself away at certain times and forbid anyone from approaching. As she grew older, she had asked him about it several times, but Dugu Bo had always said he was cultivating. In time, she stopped asking. Those previously insignificant details were now linked together by just a few words from Lu Yuan.

"Where did you learn all this?"

"How I learned it is not important. Go back and ask him. If I am wrong, this ends here. If I am right, have him come find me himself."

Dugu Yan did not agree immediately. Instead, she turned to Xue Qinghe. Qian Renxue had been sitting beside them