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At the gate of a border town in the Dou Ling Empire, an endless line of cargo wagons entered through the city gates. Seeing the winged emblem painted on the sides of the wagons, the guards straightened and shouted into the city, "Remove the barricades! Let the caravan pass!"

A middle-aged man poked his head out from the lead carriage. Not a trace of Soul Power fluctuation could be sensed from him; he was clearly no different from an ordinary person. Yet the guard, a Soul Grandmaster, looked at him with great respect.

The carriage stopped beside the guard, who immediately put on a fawning smile and said respectfully, "Elder Nie."

The middle-aged man nodded and tossed over a pouch of coins. After leaving behind the words, "Well done," he retreated into the carriage and waved his arm forward. The massive convoy then filed through the city gates.

Once he saw the middle-aged man leave, the guard hurriedly opened the pouch. It was packed full of Gold Soul Coins, at least thirty or forty of them. For merely guarding the gate for one day, he had earned more than a month's wages.

A somewhat youthful face leaned over from the side. "Captain, I couldn't sense any Soul Power fluctuations from that middle-aged man. Is he very powerful?"

The captain's eyes widened, and he slapped the young man's helmet. He quickly warned him, "Remember this: Soul Power cannot represent everything in this world."

Pointing at the rookie, he lowered his voice. "I'll only teach you this once, so remember it well. Our emperor isn't the strongest Soul Master either, so why does everyone kneel and worship when they see him? Because sometimes, power is far more useful than Soul Power."

As a seasoned veteran, the gate captain had suffered countless losses