"Fine. Deal!"
Demon Bear Douluo gritted his teeth and agreed. "But I have one condition!"
"Go on," Ghost Leopard Douluo said darkly.
"A friend of mine was injured pretty badly. A single method of treatment hasn't done much good. I wanted to ask on his behalf about that healing Soul Master you mentioned, the one with all those different tricks..."
"Get lost!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo exploded, flinging one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins straight into Demon Bear Douluo's face.
Meanwhile, outside Spirit City.
Deep within an extremely secluded forest, Tang Hao looked back at the mighty city, his eyes filled with hatred!
"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Don't look down on a poor middle-aged man."
"The day I master the Sunflower Manual will be the day I trample Spirit Hall beneath my feet."
His voice was icy, steeped in endless hatred.
But the thought of that word, "day"-which could also mean "screw"-sent another wave of grief through Tang Hao's heart.
Can I even screw anyone in this state?
"Forget it. No point thinking so much."
Tang Hao shook his head. Truly, the jars had been both his making and his undoing.
Drinking the Dark Dragon Tequila from a jar had gotten him captured.
Then using the Sunflower Manual he had obtained from another jar had allowed him to escape.
"Those jars really do make you love and hate them."
In the end, Tang Hao sighed helplessly and disappeared into the forest.
He was going to find Tang San.
After that, he would lie low for a while and devote himself entirely to cultivating the Sunflower Manual.
Night fell.
Before Spirit Hall's supreme Worship Hall, the brothers Qian Jun and Jiang Mo waited uneasily.
"Brother, do you think the Great Enshrined will blame us?"
Jiang Mo