Dugu Bo explained, "Spirit Hall was founded to eliminate Fallen Soul Masters and keep peace across the continent. But since Qian Daoliu withdrew, it's grown more and more corrupt, drifting further from its original purpose."
"When Qian Daoliu was in charge, Spirit Hall at least cared about its reputation. Now the people at the top only care about power, and the ones below follow their example. There's nothing they won't stoop to."
"You think Miles is the only one? There are plenty worse than him. They just haven't run into anyone tougher yet."
Wu Changkong set down his teacup. "I think any faction that grows powerful is bound to end up this way. Once it has too much power and no one to keep it in check, its ideals eventually get swallowed up. Spirit Hall wasn't the first, and it won't be the last."
Dugu Bo nodded in agreement. "Little Monster, you see things clearly."
As the old man and the young man talked, Wu Changbing, who was sitting nearby, suddenly reached a small hand toward a teacup on the table.
The tea had only just been poured and was still steaming.
"Don't..." Shui Bing'er called, reaching to stop her, but it was too late.
Little Changbing's fingers touched the cup.
She tilted her face up and even smiled at Shui Bing'er. She was completely fine.
The teacup, on the other hand, froze from rim to base in less than a second, a thick layer of ice coating it. The tea inside became a solid lump.
Dugu Bo sat bolt upright in his rocking chair and stared at Wu Changbing. "This... this child?"
"She's the one from the egg we found in the Far North."
"What? Wasn't that a Soul Beast?"
"Take a closer look."
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes