As night receded, the sun that symbolized hope slowly rose.
On the streets, villagers donned thick clothing and picked up tools to clear the snow and ice from the roads.
Meanwhile, the Spirit Hall stewards were sorting through last night's spoils.
More than ten thousand Soul Beast carcasses! Converted into Gold Soul Coins, they amounted to an unimaginable fortune!
Wu Jie stood before the Black Wolf King, which had been frozen into an ice sculpture, quietly studying it. The Black Wolf King's eyes still blinked from time to time, so it appeared to be alive.
"What miraculous ice. I never expected Meng Xuanji to possess such abilities."
Wu Jie naturally did not believe that a one-ring Soul Master could unleash such terrifying power, but he tacitly chose not to mention the matter in front of Meng Xuanji. He even ordered the members of the Spirit Hall Branch to keep their mouths shut about it.
After all, Meng Xuanji had saved them. His methods might have been violent and bizarre, but the fact that he had saved their lives was undeniable. Wu Jie was sincerely grateful to him.
Besides, he was His Holiness the Pope's student. Perhaps this was a trump card His Holiness had left for him?
Under Meng Xuanji's explanation last night, the matter had quickly been glossed over. As for those who wanted to investigate further, they silently shut their mouths upon seeing the Soul Beast ice sculptures.
Probing into a Soul Master's secrets was both dangerous and rude. If certain people remained stubbornly obsessed, those ice sculptures would be their fate.
As for what Meng Xuanji was doing? Naturally, he was surrounded by people in the open space at the center of the fountain, working as hard labor.
"This batch has awakened. Switch to the next batch."