Recommendation Tickets, please.
Chen Lin Village, Blue Heart Mountain.
On the Martial Arts Training Ground beside the Ancestral Hall, over a dozen figures either leaned against the vermilion-lacquered corridor pillars or stood before the white marble steps, all gazing at the stone door deep within the training ground, carved with reliefs of soul beasts.
The morning mist had yet to disperse, and faint wisps of Soul Power seeped through the cracks of the stone door.
At the main entrance on the second floor.
Xia Yun sat in the shadowed side of the corridor with his arms crossed. Zhuang Mochen leisurely sipped tea while rubbing the black jade thumb ring on his thumb. Wang Wei, craving a drink, took out a wine flask, then tucked it back away. Chen Xiaojun stood beside them, gently waving a folding fan, the landscape painted across its surface faintly rippling with Soul Power.
Xia Yun raised a brow slightly and teased, "Brother Zhuang must be suffering and enjoying himself at the same time right now."
Zhuang Mochen shook his head helplessly and replied with a wry smile, "That's all thanks to your Chen Clan taking the lead in donating first, with the Glazed Tile Merchant Guild following right after. Now the threshold to the academy's reception room is almost worn flat from being trampled over."
"The crests of the Ten Great Families, the purple-gold invitations from the Myriad Treasure Pavilion, even people from Soul Fighting City—they've all come one after another, neatly piled across the sandalwood table. Every last one of them is here to discuss 'strategic donation cooperation.'"
What exactly are those old foxes scheming?
Among soul masters, which one wasn't a big spender? They were all future—even current—cash cows!
And that Glazed Tile Merchant Guild, under the Chen Clan's "suggestion," had directly