Mysterious Figure from Spirit Hall

Outside Holy Soul Village.

On a small hill.

A group of people dressed in Spirit Hall uniforms stood in a line, silently waiting. Powerful Soul Power fluctuations emanated from every one of them; even the weakest was a Soul Elder!

Bishop Beska, who had met Yang Ming once before and was a dignified Spirit Emperor above level seventy, now stood behind a young boy with an exceedingly respectful attitude.

The boy was extraordinarily handsome, with an indescribable heroic air between his brows. Every gesture he made left the Spirit Hall elites behind him barely daring to breathe, as though he held an extremely high status within Spirit Hall.

However, upon closer inspection, one would find that he had no Adam's apple at his throat, which was rather strange.

Watching Holy Soul Village collapse amid raging flames in the distance, with countless villagers slaughtered by the Black Knights, the boy remained expressionless.

Bishop Beska, however, had the wrinkles on his age-spotted face relax like a blooming chrysanthemum. He forced out a kindly smile and said:

"My lord, the first step of the plan to win Yang Ming over has been successfully completed."

"Having lost the home he wished to protect, along with the villagers and loved ones he wanted to safeguard, Yang Ming will surely come to fully understand the importance of strength. When the time comes, so long as I step forward and offer him the best treatment and the most considerate care, he will surely be deeply grateful to Spirit Hall. Given time, he will change his mind and join Spirit Hall."

The boy neither confirmed nor denied it, merely saying blandly:

"Mm."

Bishop Beska did not know what the boy before him was thinking, but that did not stop him from continuing to claim credit.

"My lord, rest