Lin Wan and Snow White

As the sacred land of Soul Masters across the continent, Spirit City truly lived up to its reputation in scale. Though it was neither as bustling and prosperous as Heaven Dou City nor filled with the iron-blooded, murderous air of Star Luo City, it possessed a unique character of its own: solemn, dignified, and brimming with vitality.

Its towering walls were built from enormous white stone blocks, smooth as mirrors, reflecting dazzling light beneath the sun.

The streets within were broad, clean, and neatly laid out. Soul Masters in Spirit Hall uniforms could be seen patrolling everywhere, maintaining impeccable order.

Most striking of all was naturally the magnificent complex built against the mountain in the city center—the Pope Palace, the Douluo Hall, and the Worship Hall. Rising tier upon tier into the clouds, they symbolized Spirit Hall's supreme authority and power, inspiring awe and dread in all who looked upon them.

Two days had passed since their arrival in Spirit City.

The finals of the continent-wide Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament had not begun immediately.

As was customary, all participating teams were given a few days to settle in and adjust after arriving. Apart from the drawing ceremony to determine the match schedule, there were no other official arrangements during these days.

As a result, the streets of Spirit City were noticeably fuller with formidable young Soul Masters wearing the uniforms of various academies.

They had come from every corner of the continent and now gathered here, curiously taking in this legendary city. The air carried the undercurrent peculiar to the eve of a great tournament, a mixture of excitement and tension.

With both hands tucked into his pockets, Lin Wan strolled unhurriedly along one of Spirit City's rather busy shopping streets.

Today, he wore a simple, close-fitting black