In the northwest direction of Lord's Mansion, at the Yuanling River, Lourdon had widened the riverbed just enough to release Cayetano's pale red soul into it.
The moment the dragon plunged in, the water level rose significantly.
"Is that sufficient? How long must 'Hey' soak before he awakens?"
The little bird Sangji, perched on Heine's shoulder, asked.
Heine patted Sangji's head, "I don't know. We have a Soul Priest from Zanluo who soaked for half a year and still hasn't recovered, but there's also a Lich from the north who normalized after just two months."
"You've forgotten about Grey," Lourdon reminded him. "That Necromancer has completely lost himself in Makala and has become part of the experimental data."
"So have you guys come to a conclusion?" Heine asked.
"Milton said we could tentatively conclude—it's not about individual strength in the treatment process; it only depends on the persistence of 'obsessions.'
"Obsessions?"
