The world was vast, and there was no end to its wonders.
Over Huaxia's thousands of years of history, the Daoist Order had encountered countless strange people, events, and things that had never been heard of before.
They had recorded every last detail of the problems they encountered, the solutions they found, and even the approaches they tried when they failed to find an answer.
Just as Hogwarts' greatest treasure was its library.
The Daoist Order's greatest treasure was its immense collection of writings-its accumulated heritage.
To the Daoist Order, Professor Lupin's condition fell into the category of someone who looked human but carried a monster's aura and could turn into a wolf on the night of a full moon.
So Li Qingshu's first consideration was whether something had parasitized Lupin, hiding within his body, blood, or soul.
Only after ruling out a parasite could they look for a cause within Lupin himself.
Zhang Chengdao had just explained all this quietly to Zhang Xiao.
While father and son were talking in low voices.
A faint glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Lupin's heart again.
It wasn't over yet?
He nodded and said without hesitation:
"Of course!"
Following Li Qingshu's instructions, Lupin rolled up his sleeve and rested his wrist on a cushion.
He watched as Zhang's mother simply drew a finger lightly across his wrist, and crimson blood immediately flowed out.
Before Lupin could react, the gentle woman from the East gathered the blood into a sphere suspended above her palm, then casually stuck a piece of yellow paper bearing a strange design over his wound.
The paper instantly burst into flames, yet Lupin felt no burning pain. Instead, his arm felt warm and itchy.
The yellow paper burned incredibly quickly, vanishing in moments. To Lupin's astonishment, the long, deep