The Mad Lord's power was taking over Grand Duke Owen's body.
Not just physically, but also on the soul level. He could even feel his soul clearly being chipped away.
Hao Ren approached the bed and carefully observed the wound while the MDT flew around it.
Grand Duke Owen and the silver-haired woman paused for a moment, looking puzzled when they saw the MDT, but no one noticed the tiny details except Rheia.
"Yes, it is the result of the Mad Lord's power, but this man has slowed down the erosion process with his strong willpower and physical strength," said the MDT in Hao Ren's head. "Samples have been taken. Start thinking about treatment options."
"We want to know what happened last night," Vivian suddenly said, stepping forward. "If you can tell us..."
Grand Duke Owen fixed his eyes on the guests in the room, pondered a moment, and asked, "Why are you interested? How much do you know about my wounds?"
