Capable Right-Hand Man

The familiar gloomy underground city, the familiar dark hall—after spending so long in Shrek City, Mu Feng felt somewhat unaccustomed when he returned to the Holy Spirit Cult's underground lair.

Mu Feng remembered that Long Xiaoyao had also led the way on his first day here.

When they reached the Blood Soul Hall, Ye Xishui was seated in the center of the altar.

Her gaze was as calm as ever, and the cold, sinister aura emanating from her made Mu Feng as uncomfortable as ever.

However, Zhongli Wu was nowhere to be seen beside her. Mu Feng was not surprised by this. After all, the letters Zhongli Wu received every month had long implied that Gui Xiao had already taken actual control of the Holy Church.

Gui Xiao faithfully wrote to Zhongli Wu every month to report on the Holy Church's development, so Zhongli Wu had no other reason to come see Mu Feng himself.

Of course, Mu Feng had been secretly ghostwriting all of those letters. Zhongli Wu would never have imagined that a Soul Douluo was being covertly controlled by a Soul Ancestor.

Whenever Mu Feng wrote those letters, he often had Gui Xiao belittle him, openly and subtly creating the impression that the Holy Son had already been sidelined.

Thus, despite never personally inspecting the Holy Church, Zhongli Wu believed that Gui Xiao's detailed reports had given him direct command of its core. As for Mu Feng, the Holy Son who had already been marginalized, he probably did not even know as much as Zhongli Wu did.

From the moment Mu Feng entered, Ye Xishui's attention had fallen upon Long Xiaoyao. He and Mu Feng chatted and laughed as they walked over, with none of his usual dreary manner in the hall.

Ye Xishui shifted her gaze