Shui Yue'er couldn't help interrupting Xiao Wu's account. The others found it a little absurd too.
A big shot even a transmigrator had to curry favor with had gone to Spirit Hall to collect money?
What was that about?
Experiencing ordinary life?
Or playing some game they didn't understand?
[Please Do Not Resurrect Me: Uh, no. He wasn't there to collect money. He was... probably there to hand it out?]
The women nodded at the first part.
Of course. Why would a big shot care about the pittance from a Soul Master stipend? It hardly suited his stature!
But the second part left them baffled all over again.
What?
Hand out money?
Was this big shot that kindhearted? Was he saving the masses?
Meng Yiran's eyes brightened, and her gloomy mood lifted at once.
If that big shot was a great Deity who cared for the world, perhaps she really could try to win his favor. It might even work.
"Yeah, I have to try. Nuoding City, right? I'll head there right—"
[Please Do Not Resurrect Me: He works at Spirit Hall in Nuoding City. Sometimes he's in charge of handing out the money.]
"What? He's just a Spirit Hall employee?" Meng Yiran was dumbfounded.
The others struggled to process it too.
[Rakshasa Does Not Speak of Love: Someone from Spirit Hall? Then it probably isn't him!]
On the papal throne, Bibi Dong shook her head slightly.
It made sense for a big shot to live quietly in a small city like Nuoding City, but what would he gain from taking a low-level job?
Surely he wasn't doing it for fun?
There was nothing fun about that job.
If he wanted to play around and had that kind of power, wouldn't being an emperor—or even coming to Spirit Hall to