As came up to Nash and said, “Lazarus is currently treating his grandfather. He probably won’te


    untilter.”


    Nash just nodded in reply. Thibault’s symptoms were not difficult to treat. All that was required was the


    extra soul to be extracted from his body. With Lazarus’ ability, he would be done in the blink of an eye.


    The reason Nash had not helped Thibault was because he suspected that the extra soul was rted to


    witchcraft. He spected that Thibault had also gained the warlock’s inheritance from the Great


    Shaman when he entered the ancient tomb.


    For some reason, however, his body was rejecting it.


    Lazarus should have found a way to help his grandfather integrate the extra soul considering he had


    also gained theplete legacy.


    The Cosmos Martial Arts Hall set up eight tables for their lunch banquet. Under Waldo’smand, it


    took them only about an hour. Most of the attendees were apprentices from the Cosmos Martial Arts


    Hall, with a small number being core members from other martial arts halls.


    At the central table were the elders who were over 60 years old. Sat in the main seat was a handsome


    and dashing young man. He had sharp brows and starry eyes on his porcin-like face. His gaze was


    seemingly bottomless.


    Beside him sat a young man who looked like he was under 20 years old.


    “What the heck? Who are those two kids? Why can they sit at the elders’ table?”


    “I heard he’s a miracle doctor, the one who cured Master Giles!”


    “Could he be a disciple of Dr. George?”


    “And who’s the kid next to him? Could he be the apprentice of this doctor?”


    “Nonsense! Compared to Dr. George, this so-called miracle doctor is nothing!”


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    The apprentices from various martial arts halls were discussing among themselves fervently. Their


    topics revolved around Nash, who was sitting at the main table, and As, who was sitting beside him.


    Stefano red at the students from the Eternal Spring Martial Arts Hall and scolded them, “Master


    Nash is a top-notch expert. Shut your mouths!”


    Those belittling Nash immediately shrunk their necks, too afraid to speak further.


    At the central table, Waldo had exined to everyone that Nash saved him. Before calling them over,


    he also mentioned Nash’s cultivation level as he feared they might offend Nash. That was why


    everyone was silent now.


    They were all leaders of martial arts halls and members of the Martial


    Arts Association. They had status in both the political and business worlds.


    Many businessmen or officials would send their children to martial arts halls, hoping that they would


    learn some self-defense. When they hired bodyguards, they would also prioritize hiring skilled


    individuals from martial arts halls.


    However, now that these leaders were facing an expert in the


    Mystique Loyalty Realm, they could not help but feel nervous.


    Nash nced at Waldo before smiling brightly. “Everyone, there’s no need to be so formal. I’ve heard


    that you all fear no pressure from the Freeman family and are determined to resist their influence. I


    greatly admire your martial spirit. I raise a toast to all of you!”


    With that, he lifted the half-filled ss in front of him.


    Nash’s words softened all their expressions slightly. They raised their sses and began exchanging


    pleasantries.


    A burly old man with a straightforward character stood up with his ss raised. “Master Giles said


    you’re going to uphold justice for the martial artsmunity in Xanthalos, so we should toast to you,


    Master Nash!”


    Although he was well past middle age, he had a robust physique and looked very strong. He was the


    head of the Tiger Fist Hall.


    Nash looked up and was surprised to find that this person somewhat resembled Xyler. “Do you know


    Xyler?” he asked.


    The burly old man trembled as excitement washed him. “You know my son, Master Nash?”


    Nash nodded with a smile. “We’ve met before.”


    Emmet Meyer’s lips trembled as he asked, “Where is that bastard? Is he doing well?”


    Nash looked at him, puzzled. He was about to ask Emmet what he meant when beside him, Waldo


    exined, “Master Meyer’s son left without saying goodbye more than ten years ago and hasn’t


    returned since.”