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Besides being fully equipped, the room also had fruit and hot tea set out on the table. The surrounding walls were embedded with fist-sized black stones that gave off faint, barely perceptible fluctuations in the air, impossible for ordinary people to notice.
A massive emblem was carved into the floor, shaped like a token, with a longsword pointing straight down at the entrance.
Yang Ming's eyes flickered thoughtfully. The layout here was somewhat like the Martial Soul Laboratory where he had undergone his Martial Soul test in Suotuo City. The space was fairly roomy and did not feel cramped or oppressive.
If he had to put it bluntly, Temple Knights watched over the place twenty-four hours a day in four shifts, rotating every six hours. Each team of Temple Knights had three members, keeping Yang Ming under top-level surveillance. It was no small display of treatment.
Besides that, outside the door on the underground level, an old man reclined in a bamboo chair, yawning.
Yang Ming's gaze flashed as he recognized the man as Sword Douluo Chen Xin. If Ning Fengzhi had not cautiously sent him to stand guard outside, it would have been hard to say whether Spirit Hall would not have resorted to some underhanded tricks against him.
With nothing to do for the moment, Yang Ming lay down on the soft bed to rest and soon fell asleep.
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Salas, the Platinum Bishop, slowly made his way into a secret chamber within the Martial Soul Saint Hall. If Yang Ming had been there, he would have discovered that its layout was remarkably similar to the room he was in. It merely lacked everyday furnishings such as beds, blankets, sofas, tables, and chairs. Moreover, the spacious chamber was packed tightly with people; at a glance,