A Trade for Loyalty

Soul Cutting Hall, inside the main hall.

As the Hall Master, Hun Miesheng was not seated in the chief seat atop the hall. Instead, he stood at the girl's side, and with his mountain-like physique, the sight was exceedingly strange.

"Sit." Hun Ruoruo cast the man before her a faintly amused look. "You should know very well that I do not like using power to oppress others."

Hun Miesheng: "..."

Given his status and methods, if anyone else had said such words, they would have been dead within less than half a breath.

Yet before this girl, not only could he not summon any killing intent, he could not even form the slightest thought of refuting her.

Because that was simply the truth.

As Hun Tiandi's daughter, Hun Ruoruo's noble status was beyond description. Even the Young Master of the Ancient Clan, renowned throughout the Eight Clans, did not amount to even a fraction of her in his eyes.

However, despite having such a terrifying background, Hun Ruoruo had not chosen to use her power to oppress others. Instead, she had used her bloodline as the price of a bargain, traveled alone to the Northwest Region, and fought her way forward ever since.

It could be said that if Hun Ruoruo had not cast aside her identity, the Soul Hall would not even have been qualified to come into contact with her, much less forge such irreconcilable hatred.

Everything was merely the Soul Hall reaping what it had sown.

The more he thought about it, the more helpless Hun Miesheng felt. He shook his head, cupped his hands slightly toward the girl, but did not sit. Instead, he slowly spoke.

"Miss, please forgive this subordinate's poor management."

Seeing that he had not tried to shirk responsibility, a gleam flashed through