Greg saw the reluctance on many students' faces. He was not angered; he felt it was only natural. Swearing an oath on one's Martial Soul was indeed rather demanding. Put bluntly, it was much like signing away one's freedom. Once they swore such an oath, how they lived in the future would depend entirely on the attitude of Spirit Hall's leaders toward them.
With one hand behind his back, Greg continued, "Spirit Hall has never forced anyone. Spirit Hall Academy is a place for nurturing young Soul Masters. After graduating from Spirit Hall Academy, whether you join Spirit Hall and become one of us, or travel the continent and become a free Soul Master, Spirit Hall will not stop you."
"This Martial Soul oath belongs to teachers who have been with Spirit Hall for many years and have long decided to devote their lives to it."
"Whether or not you choose to join Spirit Hall in the future and become one of us, I require you to swear that you will never become an enemy of Spirit Hall or harm its interests. Of course, if you encounter members of Martial Soul Branch Halls across the continent who are corrupt, abuse the common people, and break the law, you may punish them yourselves. If you lack the strength, you may report them to Spirit Hall."
Upon hearing this, most of the young Soul Masters present breathed a sigh of relief, smiles appearing on their faces. They found this Martial Soul oath quite humane.
How could they dare become enemies of Spirit Hall, the continent's most powerful Soul Master force? Not to mention that most of them were talented Soul Masters with Innate Soul Power above level five, awakened in small villages throughout the continent. The staff of local Martial Soul Branch