A dark, windy night—the perfect time for murder and arson.
"Do you think the Second Prince will believe it if you send him that information?" a middle-aged man asked the old man before him.
Both he and the old man were informants the Second Prince had planted in Sun Moon Royal Academy. Their task was to uncover the academy's outstanding talents.
Jin Tianming was their target this time. At such a young age, he had already become a Soul Elder, and his third Spirit Ring was even a Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring, displaying the bearing of a Titled Douluo. Later, they had heard that he possessed extraordinary talent in crafting Soul Tools. A talent like him had to serve the Second Prince!
Hearing the man's words, the old man replied irritably, "We've already sent the information back. Whether His Highness the Second Prince believes it is up to him."
"That's true." The middle-aged man nodded, deeply agreeing with the old man.
"I'm afraid you two won't be hearing the answer." A ghostly voice suddenly rang out.
"Who's there?" The two immediately became alert. Five Spirit Rings appeared beneath one man's feet, six beneath the other's, while Soul Tool weapons swiftly appeared in their hands and aimed toward the source of the voice.
Soon, the owner of the voice appeared before them.
When they saw the nine Spirit Rings around the newcomer—white, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—their minds went completely blank.
Their hearts filled with terror. When had we ever offended a Titled Douluo?
This person was none other than Moxie.
The elderly man quickly calmed himself and forced a composed expression. "Senior, may I ask how we have offended you?"
The middle-aged man's legs, however, would not stop trembling. He was already panicking beyond reason.
This was the