Su Yuntao's Notebook Wasn't Enough

Su Yuntao.

Xia Che's gaze rested on the young man for a moment before he stepped aside and opened the door.

"Come in."

He remembered that name.

Six years ago, it had been this deacon who awakened the Martial Souls of the children in Holy Soul Village. By now, those children should have graduated from the Junior Soul Master Academy.

Xia Che did not dwell on it. Seeing the wooden box in Su Yuntao's arms constantly slipping downward, he reached out first to support one corner of its base.

"Put it on the table. Hold it any longer and your arms will go numb."

Su Yuntao thanked him and even placed a cloth beneath the box before setting it down.

Much of the paint on the wooden box had worn away, and fresh copper sheeting covered its corners. When the lid opened, six black awakening stones sat in their respective slots. The crystal ball was wrapped in thick cloth, its edges frayed from wear. It had clearly traveled with its owner through many places.

"Are you in Spirit City on business?" Hu Liena asked.

She had just come in from the backyard. When Su Yuntao noticed the badge on her chest, his back straightened instinctively.

"The branch hall sent over several sets of old equipment to be replaced. I also came to attend an exchange gathering for awakening deacons. I was originally planning to return to Nuoding tomorrow or the day after."

"And now?"

"I heard there were some unusual companions here, so I wanted to see them."

He answered earnestly, but his gaze had already shifted toward the corridor.

Metagross had just landed back on the stone ground, its four arms braced at its sides. Indeedee took away the thin blanket Xia Che had draped over its head. The