Handover

In the Soul Realm, within an elegant courtyard in Soul Emperor City, Hun Xiao sat in the pavilion, guzzling wine from a jar.

Three others sat around the stone table: Hun Qiu, dressed in black and expressionless; Hun Zhang, clad in deep purple and smiling cheerfully; and Hun Dan, bare-chested with a massive sword on his back.

After draining the entire jar, Hun Xiao casually flung it behind her. It shattered with a clang. She wiped the corner of her mouth and reached for the dice on the table.

"Damn it, why did I lose again? Were you cheating? Again!"

"You're simply unlucky," Hun Qiu replied flatly.

With a cheerful grin, Hun Zhang casually tossed out a number and said to Hun Xiao, "The clan leader asked me to hand over the promised Soul Hall to the Xiao Tribe. They'll be sending their finest young talents, so I've decided to bring the Soul Clan's finest young talents as well. You can exchange pointers when the time comes.

"Hun Feng, Hun Yu, Hun Ya, and Hun Li will all be going. You should come too, little sister."

"The Xiao Tribe's finest young talents?" Hun Xiao raised a brow, and Xiao Yan's figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

I wonder how they compare to that guy...

Hun Xiao did not deliberate for long before nodding. "All right, I'll go. I'm somewhat interested in the Xiao Tribe too."

Three days later, Hun Zhang brought Hun Xiao to the entrance and exit of the Soul Realm.

Four young people were already waiting beneath the enormous Space Wormhole. They all wore black training uniforms. Since they were meeting allies, they had not donned the distinctive black robes that resembled cloaks.

"Lord Hun Zhang." One of them respectfully bowed to Hun Zhang before turning his gaze