In the octagonal pavilion at Fire Cloud Cave, the long-haired young man and Da Zhe sat facing each other—or rather, Da Zhe was staring wide-eyed in astonishment.
There was no tearful reunion between fellow disciples. Whether it was the young man or Da Zhe, this was their first time meeting each other. The only connection between them was that they were both Black Souls.
More precisely, this long-haired young man could no longer remember how old he actually was among the old Black Souls. He was Fuxi, Black Soul Number First of Nine in the shop.
"...Why is your number First of Nine? Handsome guy, why does yours have an extra prefix compared to the other Black Souls?"
Da Zhe was rather silent. In fact, he had a number too. So did Taiyinzi, Zhao Le, and Chen Mingming.
It was just that Da Zhe had always felt his number was incredibly arbitrary... even willful. According to Maid Miss, he could simply pick any number between 1 and 99. If it had not been used, he could just use it... or something like that.
So Da Zhe truly felt that the number was completely useless. It was not based on seniority, nor ranked by performance. It seemed to have some connection to one's own strength, but not much... which was why he could choose from 1 to 99.
Later, Da Zhe casually picked the number 88.
It did not actually mean anything. He was simply a citizen of Hua Nation who thought 88 was a luckier number. So Da Zhe could also be called Black Soul Number 88.
As an aside, Taiyinzi's number was 1001... Maid Miss had named him that.
"Huh? You don't know?"
Fuxi, Number First of Nine, blinked and said, "Any Black Soul who develops their Black Soul