"I was just about to write a letter to my fellow disciples on the front lines."
Hou Mingsheng spread out the paper from before, moistened the tip of his brush, and started writing once more.
"But now that you're here, I'll have to make some changes."
He asked as he wrote:
"Is there really no way to break it?"
Bai Mo shook his head. "The other party's research on the Blood Curse is far superior to mine. Besides, the Blood Curse is just that kind of tyrannical thing..."
Hou Mingsheng sighed.
"Fortunately, based on what you've said, they won't be able to scale this up either."
Unless the other party was willing to sacrifice their own high-ranking members.
But that kind of fanatical devotion wasn't something just anyone possessed.
After bidding farewell to Hou Mingsheng, the two agreed that Bai Mo would pick up the medicinal herbs in ten days, and then Bai Mo left.
He had wanted to stroll around the city, but on the road, Bai Mo suddenly spotted an ox-cart.
