In the elder-level section of Grace Hall's main hall, more than a dozen ice sculptures stood scattered irregularly along the corridor. Another twenty-odd people were embedded in the walls, while one had been set into the floor.
When Mo Lin and Qian Renxue arrived on this floor, they saw Suanni and Mock Wind standing in the middle of the corridor, the Ice and Snow Empresses leaning against the wall, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm shivering in some corner, and Yazi crouching on the ground, seemingly interrogating the evil soul master trapped in the floor.
Yazi grabbed Blood Jackal Douluo by his black robe and hauled him up with one hand, his face full of irritation. His other hand was already raised, about to throw a punch. It seemed that he had asked several questions, but Blood Jackal Douluo had said nothing and had even snapped back at him a few times.
"Yazi, spare him." Mo Lin stopped Yazi before he could lose his patience.
At Mo Lin's words, not only did Yazi halt his punch, but Blood Jackal Douluo, whose body was mostly buried in the floor, also turned his head toward Mo Lin.
"You... you're the puppet hall master of Grace Hall?" Blood Jackal Douluo asked haltingly.
"Puppet hall master?" Mo Lin raised an eyebrow, then immediately relaxed.
"Indeed. To outsiders, I probably do look like nothing more than a puppet hall master. After all, I'm too young."
As he spoke, Mo Lin released a trace of the dragon's might he had kept hidden.
That overwhelming pressure instantly changed Blood Jackal Douluo's expression. His breathing grew heavier, as though he might stop breathing at any moment.
Since Mo Lin still intended to ask him a few questions, he withdrew his pressure and returned to looking harmless, just like a "puppet