Anhua City.
Hengyi Merchant Guild.
This was a long-established merchant guild with a century of history. Its business primarily dealt in all kinds of porcelain, including porcelain plates of every size for household use, as well as large decorative porcelain pieces.
At this moment.
Inside an ordinary single room in the merchant guild's employee dormitory, a middle-aged man lying on a single bed slowly opened his eyes.
A trace of confusion flashed through his Double Pupil before clarity returned. "I remember now. I'm the Dream Master in charge of Anhua City!"
The middle-aged man sat up and surveyed his surroundings, shaking his head. "I thought there would be no need to activate this reincarnated body within a year. I didn't expect to need it so soon."
"Hiss... It hurts!"
He covered his head with one hand, let out a low groan, and muttered softly, "The Garrison Profound Warrior must have used a Stone Spirit Bloodline mystical artifact, right? Stone Spirit's mystic power can petrify the body, but it can also erode the soul? Profound Pavilion truly has so many fine things. I've really learned something!"
Just then.
A hoarse voice filled with curiosity suddenly came from a corner.
"Mr. Bai Yichuan, is the Stone Spirit Bloodline a relatively rare mystical art? Could you describe in detail what it feels like when one's soul is eroded?"
The middle-aged man's pupils abruptly contracted, and he instinctively turned his head.
In one corner of the room stood an elderly man dressed like a hotel waiter, quietly watching him with a warm smile on his aged face.
Judging by his posture, the man seemed to have been waiting there for quite some time.
The old man elegantly bowed, smiling as he said, "Perhaps I should address you by your other Sate name, Mr. Brindakken."