For the descendants of nobles and the disciples of sects, the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament was important, but it wasn't indispensable.
The White Tiger Duke's Estate was illustrious, and the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was prestigious. The brief, dazzling rise of one or two genius Soul Masters could never shake them in the slightest.
For ten thousand years, the White Tiger Duke's Estate and the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had stood tall, like blazing suns illuminating the sky over the Douluo Continent.
A comet that flashed across the heavens was certainly dazzling, but it could not shine for long.
Why had Ning Tian invited Dai Huabin, Zhu Lu, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, and him?
Vague talk of patriotism?
He was a commoner. His standard of living was hardly better than that of a noble's slave. The lives of nobles had nothing to do with him.
The common people of the Sun Moon Empire, on the other hand, enjoyed a much higher standard of living.
In a country where Soul Tools were widely used as means of production, craftsmen held status on par with low-ranking Soul Masters, and class divisions were less rigid than in the Star Luo Empire, the Heavenly Soul Empire, or the Dou Ling Empire.
Treat them to a meal, behead them, take them in as dogs—no, treat them to a meal, paint them a rosy picture, and secure their investment. A brand-new playbook for the financial age.
Hand on heart, was the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy tournament really that important to him?
Kirlia had entered a crucial stage of growth, and his cultivation efficiency was about to decline. Fame was as fleeting as a passing cloud.
A hidden dragon should not rise from the depths. He ought to conceal his