The other building stood atop the mountain. It was only about one-third the size of Pope's Hall, and its architectural style was extremely similar. However, its exterior was lustrous white like jade; it was nowhere near as dazzling as Pope's Hall.
So radiant.
So full of grandeur.
Yet Wu Jian told him that the smaller palace was actually the highest-ranking place in Martial Soul Hall: Douluo Hall!
Douluo Hall was a place only deceased Titled Douluo could enter. In other words, it was where Titled Douluo were buried.
This alone was enough to show that Martial Soul Hall held soul masters in especially high regard. It was precisely because of Pope's Hall and Douluo Hall that Spirit City had become a holy land in the hearts of soul masters.
As Li Qing walked along the streets, he could also sense a kind of devotion from the other soul masters—a devotion beyond compare.
It was like a place on Earth in his previous life called Jerusalem, the sacred land of three religions, honored as the "Holy City."
Martial Soul Hall Academy was located in the southwestern corner of Spirit City. Li Qing and Wu Jian had entered Spirit City through the northern gate, so it took them some time to reach the academy.
Martial Soul Hall Academy was not as large as Heaven Dou Royal Academy, but the two shared one thing in common: both academies had a mountain range. That was right—behind the tall buildings of Martial Soul Hall Academy lay a modest mountain range. Even from the academy gates, they could see the lush, verdant forests covering the mountain.
After showing a token, Wu Jian led Li Qing to the dean's office.
Wu Jian did not knock. He simply pushed open the door and walked in.
"Dean Lin!"
Li