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"She’s been inside since returning yesterday. We asked earlier, but Master said it wasn’t necessary. If anything happens while she’s in there, she can handle it imdiately." Du Fan spoke, noticing Leng Shuang present. "Leng Shuang, have the kitchen prepare so of the Master’s favorite dishes! She hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday."
"Understood." Leng Shuang replied before turning to leave first.
"By the way, how are Feifei and Qin Xin?" Du Fan turned to ask Fan Lin.
"They’ve been settled in. Their injuries are quite severe, mostly internal. Even with the dicinal pills, it’ll take so ti for them to recover." Fan Lin explained. Thinking of their injuries, he added, "Fortunately, the Master left us a substantial supply of dicinal pills. Otherwise, injuries like theirs would have been fatal."
A full-power strike from the Monarch leaves almost no chance of survival. Thankfully, they arrived in ti and administered prompt treatnt.
Just as they spoke, the door opened, and Feng Jiu erged.
"Little Jiu!"
Guan Xilin rushed forward upon seeing her erge. Noticing her troubled expression, he reassured her, "Don’t worry too much. Mo Ze will be fine. The Firmant Monarch cannot take his soul."
"Yes, Master! Hell’s Lord will definitely be fine! He is blessed by the heavens—nothing can harm him!"
"Yes, Master, don’t worry. Hell’s Lord will awaken eventually."
"Master, you must believe in Hell’s Lord. He will surely overco the Firmant Monarch."
Watching them all comfort her, each looking as if they feared she might worry too much, she couldn’t help but let a faint smile touch her lips: " I know. I ca out to tell you all that the divine soul of the Firmant Monarch has been devoured by Mo Ze. Moreover, by consuming his divine soul power, Mo Ze’s own divine soul power has grown even stronger.
Hearing this, the crowd froze, then erupted into cheers.
"Wonderful!"
"I knew Master would be fine!"
"Truly worthy of Hell’s Lord!"
"Hahaha, my Master is the mightiest!"
The group laughed joyfully, their happiness coming from the depths of their hearts. There was no other reason—originally, because Mo Ze was still in slumber, if he were awake, ten Firmant Monarchs wouldn’t stand a chance against him. But with him asleep, it was anyone’s ga. So upon hearing this news, they breathed a sigh of relief and felt nothing but joy.
Du Fan remained relatively composed. He recalled his master ntioning that if Hell’s Lord consud the divine soul of a Firmant Monarch, the Black Lotus would beco imprinted upon Hell’s Lord’s divine soul. Thus, he turned to Feng Jiu and asked, "Master, what of the Black Lotus? What has beco of it?"
The ancient black lotus could corrupt the human heart, unleashing the darkest parts within and driving one deeper into demonic possession. If that lotus now resided upon the sleeping Hell’s Lord’s soul, it would spell real trouble.
A soul imprint was no easy thing to erase.
Feng Jiu’s smile faded slightly as she replied, "As expected, the ancient black lotus has now imprinted itself upon his soul. However, it is not a fully blood black lotus, and its power is relatively weak. Let us wait until he awakens before we devise a plan to erase it."
For now, this was the only option. There was no other way.
"Right. One thing at a ti. Things will work out for the best. Don’t worry too much." Guan Xilin patted the Gray Wolf’s shoulder beside him, then turned to Feng Jiu and asked, "Little Jiu, how is Mo Ze’s condition? When will he wake up?"
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