"You know I'm not interested in these things."
"Who wins the Soul Master Tournament doesn't matter to me."
"If I'd wanted to get involved, I wouldn't have given them those research directions and suggestions while I was in the Sun Moon Empire."
"I only want to know one thing: did you send Ji Juechen to me on purpose?"
Huang Jinxu smiled faintly. He truly cared little about the Soul Master Tournament.
He had come to study the gathering and contest for Fortune firsthand.
Besides, this was only the appetizer.
The next Soul Master Tournament, five years from now, would be the real feast.
That would be when the Douluo Plane's ten thousand years of accumulated Fortune was truly divided.
"That young fellow? He really is extraordinary."
"When I first met him, I almost thought I'd seen wrong."
"I brought him along because only you can help him follow that path to its end."
"It would also put pressure on me and push me to improve."
"I just didn't expect you to get there before me. It seems I don't need that pressure after all."
Kong Deming and Huang Jinxu spoke of things the others could not understand, but Huang Jinxu knew exactly what they meant.
Simply put, he was the one to blame.
Back when he had wanted to fully understand Kong Deming's knowledge of Soul Tools, he had tried to motivate him by painting a grand vision called Godslaying.
He had never expected Kong Deming to remain so steadfast in pursuing it all these years later.
Kong Deming was testing himself against his own limits and against every Soul Engineer on the continent.
When he found no rival who could match him, he would even cultivate one himself—someone who could put him under pressure or help him find a