On the streets of Nuoding City, Spirit Hall's convoy marched forward in grand procession.
"What are they doing?" someone by the roadside asked in surprise.
"Can't you tell? They're rushing supplies to Qingshan Town!" another person blurted out.
"But... how can they make Soul Masters pull carts? Soul Masters are so noble!"
"What do you know? Soul Masters pulling carts can save at least half the time! How many more lives could that save?"
"As expected of Spirit Hall. They truly are the pride of the continent!"
The crowd buzzed with discussion, all of them shaken by Spirit Hall's actions. Who wouldn't hope to receive someone's wholehearted aid in a time of crisis?
"Spirit Hall!" someone shouted.
Then, more and more citizens joined in. "Spirit Hall! Spirit Hall! Spirit Hall!"
The cries grew louder and louder, sweeping through all of Nuoding City like a tide.
"Wife, I won't be coming home tonight. I'm going with the convoy!" Quite a few Soul Masters voluntarily stepped forward and stood alongside the group.
"Honey, let's hold our wedding another time. I'm going too!"
"You... get back here!!!"
The original convoy of over five hundred people swiftly expanded to more than a thousand as numerous students and Soul Masters volunteered to join.
With praise naturally came doubt.
As the convoy passed Nuoding Academy, a middle-aged man in a black robe with a crew cut stood among the crowd.
It was none other than Master Yu, who had not appeared for a long time. Beside him stood a boy in blue clothes—Tang San.
When Master Yu saw Soul Masters pulling carts, it was as if he had been struck by lightning. He felt as though the sky had fallen!
"They... what are they doing? How can Soul Masters do something so lowly?" Master Yu