Not long after the match between Blue Tyrant and Blazing Fire ended, someone had already delivered Ling Yun's information to Spirit Hall.
Salas casually flipped through a couple of pages. He had been leaning back in his chair, but as he read on, he slowly sat upright. There was plenty on the pages, but very little of it was useful.
His name, age, martial soul, and the academies he had attended-anyone could find those out just by asking around. But when it came to his soul rings, the information suddenly dried up.
Where had his second soul ring come from? Unknown. Why had he dared to absorb a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring? Nothing had turned up.
Had he ever had a teacher? Who had he trained with? Who had taken him to hunt soul beasts?
Still nothing. Salas flipped through another two pages.
He looked up at the man standing below him. "That's it?"
The man nodded. "That's all we have for now."
Salas stared at him for several seconds. "You're trying to fob me off with this rubbish?"
The man hurriedly lowered his head. "Your Excellency, we've asked everyone we could. This kid really didn't leave much of a trail."
Salas tossed the sheets straight onto the desk.
"A teenage kid with a thousand-year second soul ring and a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring, who walked out of Huo Wu's attack on his own today."
"And you're telling me you can't find anything?"
No one in the room dared answer. The more Salas thought about it, the less it added up. Soul rings weren't something you picked up off the street, especially that ten-thousand-year fourth ring. Without someone helping, who would dare let a Soul Ancestor attempt it? Yet no matter how they investigated, there seemed to be nothing behind