Qiangu Dieting looked at everyone's stunned expressions and calmly summed up.
"In other words, if you have a good relationship with your Soul Spirit, it may even protect your family for generations, passing down from ancestor to descendant."
"But the prerequisite is that the Soul Beast must be willing. This is an absolutely equal contract, not enslavement or coercion. Only if you treat your Soul Spirit well will it treat you well."
"Dai Hao greets the esteemed seniors."
A deep, resonant voice suddenly came from outside the hall. Immediately afterward, a burly middle-aged man strode inside.
He wore a fitted black outfit, with broad shoulders and a powerful build. His face was stern and resolute.
His brows carried the unique majesty and dominance of the White Tiger Clan. He was none other than Dai Hao, the White Tiger Duke of the Star Luo Empire.
A year ago, he had received the notice of the broken engagement, personally witnessed by Xu Jiawei, but he had not taken it too seriously.
She was merely a little girl. If she was gone, she was gone. She was not worth his concern.
After all, compared to his disappointing second son, Dai Huabin, he thought far more highly of his eldest son, Dai Yueheng. That was the heir he had in mind.
Moreover, he did not believe that the Nether Duke's Estate could escape the White Tiger Clan's control. Sooner or later, they would come back begging him.
This was also his fixed annual leave period. He had originally intended to enter the palace and discuss military affairs with Xu Jiawei.
Yet the moment he entered, he saw this scene. Several of the continent's greatest figures had gathered together, and the atmosphere was somewhat peculiar.
Mu En ignored Dai Hao's arrival. He turned to Qiangu