On the streets of Notting City, two children each carried twenty pounds of white radishes.
"Little Three, Dabi, listen to me when I take you to get your First Spirit Rings today. Don't run off, or you might be in danger."
"Got it, teacher." Tang San nodded, wondering whether he should absorb the same Mandala Snake as he had in his previous life.
With the experience of his previous life, he believed he could absorb a more powerful Spirit Ring. He could even take a shot at one that was six hundred, seven hundred, or perhaps eight hundred years old.
Besides, a poison-type Spirit Ring was not especially suited to Blue Silver Grass. By the later stages of his previous life, he had barely used poison at all.
Ah, forget it. If I find a better one, I'll absorb it. If not, I'll stick with that Mandala Snake.
His gaze drifted over the surrounding streets, and he frowned. Notting City was different from how it had been in his previous life—or rather, Spirit Hall was different. Northeast Academy, for example, had a statue of the Six-Winged Angel right on its grounds! The sight had nearly scared him out of his wits. Wasn't Northeast Academy under Notting City's jurisdiction, and wasn't Notting City part of the Heaven Dou Empire?
Why would an academy in the Heaven Dou Empire have a statue of the Six-Winged Angel? That couldn't be right.
Over the next two days, he noticed all kinds of other differences. At last, he was certain: Spirit Hall had evolved!
Take the Newspaper, for instance. Tang San had seen its value at a glance, and he had heard that Spirit Hall had a near monopoly on the newspaper industry across the continent. Its influence spoke for itself. Angel Churches had also