With a strained smile, Shen Feng turned around. "Your Highness, was there something else?"
Xue Qinghe nodded. "I still want to know what Young Master Shen thinks of Spirit Hall. I hope you won't mind sharing your thoughts."
Shen Feng sighed. Instead of answering Xue Qinghe directly, he asked, "Is Spirit Hall the Spirit Hall of all Soul Masters in the world?"
Xue Qinghe furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. "Spirit Hall is naturally the Spirit Hall of all Soul Masters in the world."
Shen Feng spread his hands. "Exactly. I'm a Soul Master, and so are you, Your Highness. That means Spirit Hall is my Spirit Hall, and it's yours too."
"Since it belongs to us, how else should I look at it? Standing, sitting, or lying down—however I'm most comfortable. Why would I need to slap a biased label on it behind its back?"
"Your Highness, just as I'm loyal to the empire, as long as Spirit Hall remains impartial and loyal to all Soul Masters, then it's the best Spirit Hall in my eyes."
"That's all I have to say. I'll leave it to you to consider. I'll take my leave."
With that, Shen Feng had no intention of talking with Xue Qinghe any longer. The more he said, the more likely he was to slip up. Besides, he had already gauged her well enough. There was no point in staying.
It wouldn't be good if she realized he'd been talking in circles.
Watching Shen Feng leave, Xue Qinghe furrowed her brow, slowly picked up a cup of tea that had gone cold, and drained it.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared behind her.
"Young Master, that kid isn't very honest. He kept dodging the question. He doesn't seem to be one of ours."
"Better to