After finishing "A Man Should Make Himself Strong," Jiang Hao felt immensely refreshed. Little Fox's heart was still pounding, her hands pressed to her chest as she breathed lightly, her eyes full of ardor as she looked at Jiang Hao.
When Jiang Hao sang the final note, Little Fox excitedly grabbed his arm and said, "Richard, you're actually an Innate Soul Singer, and your Song Power has already reached the level of a War Priest. Kampas the God of War be praised!"
"What is an Innate Soul Singer?" Jiang Hao asked, playing dumb.
Helen immediately explained, "The lowest rank among Altar Priests is Wind Whisper Priest. I am currently a Wind Whisper Priest. I can use secret war songs to soothe the soul, enhance certain warriors' abilities, comfort departed spirits, and restrain wild thoughts."
"Above Wind Whisper Priests are Soul Priests. Throughout Beamon history, several Innate Soul Singers have appeared. Every one of them was an extraordinary genius. Those who matured all became the greatest priests among the beastmen, leaving behind brilliant marks in history."
"And your Song Power has actually reached the level of a War Priest. You can inspire Berserk War Songs and Strength War Songs. War Priests are already the backbone of the temple's fighting strength. A single War Priest might be able to influence a local battle."
"Above that are Scepter Priests. They have comprehended life magic and are among the most powerful priests. A few Scepter Priests may even be able to influence an entire campaign."
The two talked even more this time. Little Fox gave Jiang Hao a detailed explanation of the different priest ranks, then went on to discuss the temple's power structure and more. Before they knew it, red clouds had appeared on the horizon.
Night fell, and the two returned to