"The Fifth Worshipper's disciple?"
Zhao Heng stopped midstride once more. He turned toward Chu Heng, who sat off to the side, uncertainty filling his eyes.
What kind of joke was this? Who was the Fifth Worshipper?
Even though Zhao Heng was a Soul Douluo himself, the gulf between a Soul Douluo and a Titled Douluo was enormous. What was more, the Fifth Worshipper of Spirit Hall's Worship Hall was a level ninety-six Super Douluo.
But...
Zhao Heng frowned deeply.
"When did the Fifth Worshipper take on a disciple?"
He had lived in Spirit City for years. How had he never heard of it?
Lin Yue had no interest in explaining Zhao Heng's question. He simply took the silver-white token from his robes and flicked it through the air.
Zhao Heng caught it. The Spirit Hall emblem on its front told him the claim was probably true. When he turned it over and saw the distinctive bow-shaped pattern on the back, his pupils contracted.
He was not a member of Spirit Hall, but with his strength as a Soul Douluo and the connections he had built over the years, he knew a thing or two about its inner workings.
This really was a Worshipper's token! The Fifth Worshipper's personal token, no less!
Zhao Heng looked up at Chu Heng, then down at the token in his hand.
It was genuine. No one would dare forge such a thing.
With that, Zhao Heng reached his conclusion. Whenever the Fifth Worshipper had taken on a disciple, the boy's identity could not be fake. Which meant...
The man standing nearby noticed the change in his uncle's expression and realized something was wrong.
"Uncle..."
He called out cautiously.
Zhao Heng whipped around. At the sight of his nephew, who still seemed to have no idea