Limits of the Seed of Desire

After showing Gui Mei around the outer area of the Soul Tool Hall, he had Ye Qingyu arrange lodging for him.

The residence was a quiet little courtyard beside the Soul Tool Hall. Opening the window gave a clear view of the workers coming and going from the workshops.

"Ghost Douluo, you have traveled a long way. Rest first," Luo Can said calmly. "As for repairing the sword tip, Hall Master Ju Zi will discuss it with you personally tomorrow."

"Thank you for the Pavilion Master's arrangements." Gui Mei bowed slightly.

After watching the two leave, he shut the courtyard gate. The calmness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a deeply furrowed brow.

The strength of Fate Defying Pavilion far exceeded the Pope's estimates.

The information Spirit Hall had gathered before suggested only that it possessed more than two Titled Douluo-level powerhouses, along with Soul Douluo experts such as Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, and Ye Shengxin of the Ye Clan. Its overall strength was roughly on par with the Upper Three Sects, but it could not compare to the Clear Sky Sect at its peak, when Tang Chen was still around.

But now, the existence of Luo Can and the Young Master, two Peerless Douluo, alone had already put them far beyond Spirit Hall.

He paced back and forth through the courtyard, weighing his options repeatedly. Should he continue serving Bibi Dong? Or return to the rightful Qian Clan line?

Now, the answer was obvious.

"Forget it..." After a long while, Gui Mei let out a soft sigh, a trace of determination flashing through his eyes.

Spirit Hall had originally belonged to the Qian Clan.

The one he had always served was Spirit Hall, never any particular individual. Since the Young Master had returned, he naturally had to stand