The Name on the Registration Form

Bishop Salas certainly had objections.

But Bai Jin stood there with a Soul Saint of the Ghost Face Society pinned beneath his foot. Behind him was most of the Soul Fighting Arena he had just saved, while people from the Crown Prince's Mansion and Heaven Dou Royal Academy stood nearby as witnesses.

Objections, too, sometimes needed to know when to stay alive.

"Lord Bai Jin acted in time," Salas said, quickly putting on a smile. "Spirit Hall will investigate this matter thoroughly."

Bai Jin looked down at him. "If your investigation stops at the Heaven Dou branch, I'll come to your office for tea myself."

Salas's smile nearly cracked.

"Naturally, we'll investigate to the very end."

Xue Qinghe entered the arena then.

He wore the Crown Prince's everyday clothes, his expression gentle, with guards from the Crown Prince's Mansion following behind him. To outsiders, he had merely come to calm the unrest at the Great Soul Arena. Only Bai Jin knew that this young Crown Prince had probably already arranged every usable testimony, name, and chain of responsibility in his head.

"Brother Bai Jin," Xue Qinghe said warmly. "Thanks for the effort."

Bai Jin glanced at him. "That sounds too much like something an official would say."

Xue Qinghe's smile did not change. "What should I say, then?"

"Say I'm wise and mighty, the greatest under heaven."

"Brother Bai Jin is wise and mighty."

"And the greatest under heaven?"

Xue Qinghe paused. "That part still needs consideration."

Beside them, Lu Heng lowered his head and pretended not to hear.

As Tang San watched them talk, that strange feeling rose in him again. Xue Qinghe was warm and steady with outsiders, but with Bai Jin, he always seemed to show a little more of the exasperation reserved for someone familiar. Bai