Ling Feng glanced at him but did not answer.
But he understood clearly.
Oscar, the continent's first food-type martial soul owner with Innate Full Soul Power.
Across the entire continent, this talent was one of a kind.
As long as he broke through to Titled Douluo, he would surely become a god.
And at that moment, the future Food God lay in Qian Renxue's arms, sleeping sweetly.
He did not know that his village had been massacred, that his parents had died, or that his fate had been changed forever.
He merely slept, occasionally smacking his lips as though he had eaten something delicious in his dreams.
In the darkness of night, that tiny village was left behind forever.
Half a month later, they returned to Spirit Hall without encountering any major trouble along the way.
Most incidents were merely petty conflicts between young soul masters. Spirit Hall could not possibly meddle in everything.
The people from the Spirit Hall Main Hall had been waiting for them early on. Once they received Ling Feng's group of three, they immediately arrested Zhao Wuji and Flender.
The Cardinal leading them was furious.
"Are you Zhao Wuji? So arrogant! Why aren't you acting arrogant now?"
"You knowingly broke the law back then and luckily escaped. Now that you've become a Soul Sage, you think you're something again?"
"How about this Cardinal gives you a lesson?"
The Cardinal who had come despised evil, and he was himself a Soul Douluo powerhouse. So long as Zhao Wuji dared say another word, he would teach him how to behave today.
"Bishop Solo."
Ling Feng spoke.
"Young Master Ling Feng!"
Solo hurriedly bowed. Toward Qiangu Lingfeng, the Grand Elder's descendant, he held absolute respect.
In just a few years, Spirit Hall's salt-making techniques had made era-defining progress.