Spirit Hall Empire, Spirit City.
Bang!
An exquisite vase worth over a hundred Gold Soul Coins smashed against the floor, scattering shards and spilling water everywhere.
A small foot clad in a brocade shoe crushed the delicate flowers. Following it upward revealed a tall beauty with her willow-leaf brows drawn sharply together, her face seething with resentment.
"Damn that Qian Daoliu! He swore so confidently that he would teach Yang Ming a lesson, yet over a month has passed without the slightest movement. Instead, as time goes on, the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire have developed a tacit understanding and joined forces against us on the front lines. Our Spirit Hall Empire's soldiers are suffering heavy losses. If this continues, even if we still have the advantage in numbers of Spirit Masters, our morale will inevitably decline. Sooner or later, they'll grow weary of war."
Apart from Pope Bibi Dong, only her two trusted aides, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, remained in the conference room.
Although Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's position as an elder had become an empty title after Yang Ming forcibly stripped him of his martial soul, his relationship with Pope Bibi Dong still allowed him to stand in this hall.
People said a phoenix underwent Nirvana Rebirth. After the despair of the previous two years, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan had once considered ending everything with his death.
After all, for a Spirit Master, losing his martial soul and being left with nothing but soul power and Soul Rings was like a man losing his manhood. It was something almost impossible to accept.
But with his close buddy Ghost Douluo Gui Mei staying by his side day and night to comfort him, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan had finally stepped out of