Following the soldiers' pointing fingers, Rahula made his way through the Inner City.
The biggest difference between the Inner City and the Outer City
was the powerful figures walking the streets. Compared to the Outer City, the Inner City's crowds were visibly thinner.
But what it lacked in numbers, it made up for in terrifying quality.
You could pick anyone at random from the street and find a god. Midgods were everywhere. Not long after entering the Inner City, Rahula had already seen at least ten of them.
Of course, Rahula still hadn't seen a single Highgod, the pinnacle of power in the Callum Plane Prison.
Before long, a magnificent mansion came into view.
"Who are you, and what business do you have at the City Lord's Mansion?" the guards flanking the gates called out.
Rahula lowered his head slightly and tightened his expression. "I'm here to post a mission."
"Fine. Go in with him!" The leading soldier looked Rahula up and down, then summoned a Lowgod in green robes.
Led by the green-robed Lowgod, Rahula soon passed through a garden and arrived at a side hall in the estate.
In the middle of the hall, a richly dressed old man sat in the seat of honor, exuding an aura that warned others not to mess with him.
"Death Lowgod... Did you come from the Nine-Curve Heaven Plains?" The old man's gaze was keen. After sizing Rahula up for a moment, he recalled recent intelligence and asked with a meaningful look.
Under the old man's scrutiny, Rahula felt a faint pressure. Daring not to hide the truth, he lowered his head and replied respectfully, "This junior did indeed come from the Nine-Curve Heaven Plains."
"So it really is you." The old man's expression was indifferent.
"I heard you can refine