My Substitute CEO Bride

Chapter 1159

Atlas came up to Nash and said, “Lazarus is currently treating his grandfather. He probably won’t come until later.”

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 related to witchcraft. He speculated 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 the complete legacy.

The Cosmos Martial Arts Hall set up eight tables for their lunch banquet. Under Waldo’s command, 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 porcelain-like face. His gaze was seemingly bottomless.

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

Why can they sit at

a miracle doctor, the one

he be a disciple of

him? Could

Dr. George, this

arts halls were discussing among themselves fervently. Their topics revolved around Nash,

at the students from the Eternal Spring Martial Arts Hall and scolded them, “Master Nash is

their necks, too afraid to speak

them over, he also mentioned Nash’s cultivation level as he feared

leaders of martial arts halls

status in both the political and business

send their children to martial arts halls, hoping that they would learn some

that these leaders were facing an expert

not help but

smiling brightly. “Everyone, there’s no need to be so formal. I’ve heard that you all fear no pressure from the Freeman