In the golden month of September, autumn had deepened.
Spirit City.
Over the past few months, the atmosphere in Spirit City had not been good. More precisely, it had been extremely oppressive, and many of the city's residents wore worried expressions.
The source of their unease naturally came from Spirit Hall's war against the two great empires of the north and south. No, to be precise, it should have been called the Spirit Hall Empire.
However, compared with the newly established Spirit Hall Empire, the name Spirit Hall was more deeply ingrained in people's hearts.
A few years ago, the residents of Spirit City would have supported Spirit Hall's decision without question. But now, voices of opposition had faintly begun to emerge among the common people, including within Spirit Hall's soul master ranks.
"These people really are unreliable. When benefits were promised, every last one of them rushed forward. Now that they've encountered a little difficulty, they can't wait to defect to the other side."
Within the Papal Palace atop Spirit Mountain, the person seated in the seat of honor was not Spirit Hall's Empress, Bibi Dong, but Hu Liena behind her.
She wore a long black court dress. The silky gown clung tightly to her graceful figure, making her appear all the more elegant and poised.
At that moment, she stared at the letter in her hand, her face as cold as frost.
"Your Highness the Saintess need not worry too much about them. Low-level soul masters have less and less influence on this battle. So long as Her Majesty the Empress succeeds, this continent will ultimately belong to our Spirit Hall Empire."
Below the Empress's seat, several cardinals stood respectfully on either side.
After Hu Liena spoke, the cardinal standing at the head of the left row gave