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Mo Tian's gaze darkened. "So, old man, what you're saying is… that little witch may have triggered the part of me I've always buried?" His words were measured, each word laced with menace. A cold aura radiated from his body.
"Yes, that's likely what happened," the old sorcerer physician said, his brow furrowed in thought.
"Is it her… or her blood?" Mo Tian asked, his voice low and precise. "I think the little witch's blood is quite special." He repeated what he had explained to Yin Zhi earlier.
Is there a way to get rid of this other side of me? Mo Tian asked.
Not yet. I'm still searching for a way," the old physician replied. "As for her blood… I've never heard of a witch's blood having such effects. Perhaps it affects only you, or perhaps she is more than just a witch. For now, it's best that few people know about it.
