In a dilapidated house on the outskirts of Sunset Forest.
Rrrip!
Dugu Bo set down the gauze in his hand, his expression gloomy. He had just finished bandaging his left arm, and the intense pain sent sweat dripping from his forehead.
Had that strange energy not gradually dissipated, he would not even have dared to bandage his wound. It had kept devouring his Soul Power and preventing the wound from healing quickly.
He now wanted to return to Sunset Forest to see whether that group of teachers and students had left.
But with his strength greatly diminished, he felt somewhat apprehensive.
When a Martial Soul Avatar was shattered, anyone below Titled Douluo normally needed seven days to recover. He was a Titled Douluo, however, so he needed only one day before he could use his Martial Soul Avatar again.
Dugu Bo had already calculated the timing. Tomorrow night, he would have to go back.
He needed to check on his medicinal garden, where his precious medicinal plants grew.
As for that strange spring, he did not take it to heart. Even a Titled Douluo like him could do nothing with it, much less a group of teachers and students who had not even reached Soul Douluo.
Taking out a piece of dried meat, Dugu Bo viciously bit off a mouthful. The movement was so forceful that even his emerald-green hair shook.
Zhu Zhuqing!
That name kept circling through Dugu Bo's mind. He simply could not understand how someone around his granddaughter's age could unleash such a powerful offensive Soul Skill.
Even stranger, in such a short time, that girl had actually obtained a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring. Yellow, yellow, purple, black-he had never heard of such a soul ring configuration.
And that girl actually possessed so many Soul Bones.