Inside was neither a Soul Tool nor a trap, but simply a deck of playing cards placed face-down.
Dai Tianfeng picked up one card. It felt like real paper, and he was still puzzled until he turned it over and saw the image. His face went green.
It was the Ace of Diamonds, bearing the portrait of a general from the White Tiger Camp, one of Dai Tianfeng's direct forces. He was also the commander Dai Tianfeng had personally appointed for this war.
The man was depicted on the playing card in a lifelike black-and-white portrait.
Dai Tianfeng set down the card and began turning them over one by one.
Every playing card bore a black-and-white photograph of a person. They were all commanders he had recently appointed or dismissed.
There were fifty-two cards. With only the last two still unturned, cold sweat already covered Dai Tianfeng's forehead.
Of all the commanders he had appointed and dismissed from top to bottom, these fifty-two accounted for the overwhelming majority.
What did this mean? It meant Spirit Hall knew his command structure inside and out. No one could surpass Spirit Hall's intelligence network.
"Your Majesty, there are still two cards left unturned," Mu Yuanfang reminded him with a gentle smile.
Dai Tianfeng grimly turned over the first card. It was a Small Joker, depicting a grinning black-and-white clown holding a photograph. The photograph was a black-and-white portrait of his son, Dai Weisi.
Dai Tianfeng nearly flew into a rage. He forcibly restrained himself and turned over the final card. The Big Joker also bore a grinning clown, except this one was in color. It held a black-and-white photograph of Dai Tianfeng himself.
"Your Majesty, are you satisfied with Spirit Hall's gift?" Mu Yuanfang asked with a smile.
Dai Tianfeng understood. Spirit Hall