"Heh heh..."
"Sisi, I'm about to make it big. Yesterday, I..."
"What! You awakened a god-level Martial Soul?"
Su Yuntao nodded excitedly, then told her what had happened during the awakening and how he'd asked Ma Xiunuo to submit a report.
He looked at Sisi eagerly. Surely she'd treat him differently now.
"You're really impressive. I'll be waiting for your good news, then." Sisi praised him.
Her gaze flickered. She'd already made up her mind to find an opportunity to ask Ma Xiunuo about it. She didn't want the position of Hall Master falling into Su Yuntao's hands.
She was sure that with her charm, that old lecher Ma Xiunuo would help her without hesitation.
After Sisi and Su Yuntao left, Ma Xiunuo quietly emerged, put on a black cloak, and slipped out through the back door of Spirit Hall.
Half an hour later, he arrived at an unremarkable little restaurant and walked up to the server at the front desk.
"Hello. I'm from the Human World, and I'd like to take a walk through Hell." Ma Xiunuo's voice was a little hoarse.
The server's expression changed. He hurried out from behind the desk. "Honored guest, this way, please."
Ma Xiunuo nodded and followed the server into a private room.
The server pressed a spot on the wall, and a hidden door appeared. The two of them stepped through.
"I want to see your chief." Ma Xiunuo's voice rang out in the dim underground passage. He took out a token.
The server looked somewhat reverent as he led Ma Xiunuo to a room. "Please wait here. I'll go notify the chief."
Ma Xiunuo sat down as naturally as if he were at home. He'd been here many times and knew the place well, so he felt no fear.
Half an hour later, Ma Xiunuo left the restaurant. In the underground room, a tall, middle-aged man sat waiting.
He sat quietly, wearing a hideous Asura Mask. A blood-red aura swirled around him, and his presence was imposing.
A dossier lay on the table before him.
"Kill a six-year-old child? Make it look like an accidental death? Holy Soul Village... Send a Bronze Medal Envoy, then."
A Bronze Medal Envoy could easily handle a hundred ordinary adults, let alone a mere child.
"Wuming!" the middle-aged man called.
A moment later, a black-haired, black-eyed youth walked in. He was unremarkable in appearance and thin, with a cold expression. His fingers were slender and long, his knuckles prominent, making his hands look powerful.
His eyes were unusually indifferent, devoid of emotion and life.
"Godfather." The youth's voice was cold, making the middle-aged man frown.
"How many times have I told you? When carrying out a mission, you're an assassin. In your daily life, you're an ordinary person. You need to learn to disguise your emotions."
The youth said nothing, only nodding faintly. The middle-aged man felt helpless.
He tossed the dossier in his hand over to him. "This is your next mission. Complete it within three days."