"Young Master Wang, I think we should kick him out of our Soul Hunting Squad. Having one more piece of trash around will only hurt our morale when the time comes."
"Besides, instead of giving him the money, why not give it to our Soul Hunting Squad? At least we have teamwork, so we're stronger in battle."
Beside Wang Fugui, a tall, thin man from the Soul Hunting Squad spoke with contempt.
In his eyes, adding a lone Soul Master with no coordination to the squad was meaningless.
A lack of coordination was not the problem. The real problem was him ruining the coordination between the Soul Hunting Squad members.
"Hahahaha, the captain's right."
"Exactly! What the hell is a Yarn Ball Martial Soul even good for?"
"Go home and knit sweaters!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Fine, we don't want you. Go find another team yourself."
"Hahaha!"
Wang Fugui and the Soul Hunting Squad burst into laughter, completely ignoring the Soul Grandmaster's helpless expression as they turned and entered the Soul Hunting Forest.
The Soul Grandmaster was left standing there alone in a daze, unaware that his fingernails had dug into his flesh hard enough to draw blood.
From a distance, Xiao Lin was deeply moved by the sight.
It was his first time seeing how difficult life could be even for low-level Soul Masters.
He had originally thought that, no matter what, a Soul Grandmaster could become a Spirit Hall deacon like Brother Tao and help commoners awaken their Martial Souls.
Xiao Lin fell silent. If low-level Soul Masters had it this hard, what about ordinary commoners?
Wherever there were people, there would be oppression. Xiao Lin had seen in the original story how, after Tang San destroyed a Spirit Hall, all the commoners in the city had cheered.
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