Someone had won the lottery, which meant there was still some lingering influence.
But the winner couldn't say the name Jade Soul Master. Instead, they gave a different, strange title...
It seemed reasonable to think this was an attempt at self-preservation, concealing the information.
But a moment's thought made it clear: if it really had that kind of agency, why not simply make sure no one won?
Not to mention, he was still alive. Wouldn't this kind of concealment be a little feeble?
In Fu Qian's estimation, if the test just now had yielded nothing, there were two possibilities. One was that Jade Soul Master had completely died, his path and presence erased, and the Institute of Curses had returned to its former tranquility.
The other was precisely the opposite: Jade Soul Master was in such good condition that he could freely control the extent of his influence, hiding himself so well that Fu Qian couldn't trace him back.
From the Spirit Ash Institute's perspective, neither possibility could be confirmed. Apocalypse would have lost a chandelier for nothing.
As for a reaction, there were many more possibilities. For example, the most idealized one—
[The King of Prison Break stepped into the institute, only to see Weilong and Professor Yang bowing before him beneath the great oath of the heart demon, willing to serve the Spirit Ash Institute, from top to bottom, with all their might and lay down their lives!]
As for what he'd seen just now, all he could say was that it was rather subtle.
This kind of posture wouldn't mean much to anyone else, but it seemed to be a deliberate attempt to mislead him.
In other words, Jade Soul Master was pretending to have lost his agency in order to conceal his true condition and mislead