"Heh, the Hall of Souls?"
Yao Lao's aged, weary voice rang out. After enduring the Hall of Souls' torment for so long, with the chains ceaselessly draining his soul power, even his Soul Realm left him feeling somewhat exhausted. Fortunately, his soul power had once reached the middle stage of the Heavenly Realm, allowing him to hold on through this relentless draining.
Had another alchemist been subjected to the Hall of Souls' methods, they would likely have long since perished, their soul utterly extinguished.
"The Hall of Souls is nothing but a den of filth, a pack of rats scurrying from one hiding place to another. From top to bottom, everyone schemes against everyone else. Staying in such a faction will only squander your gifts and grind away your talent."
Yao Lao cast a faint glance at the elderly figure in black who had appeared beside them, then returned his gaze to Mo Shang. With palpable regret, he continued, "With your talent for alchemy, if you joined the Pill Tower, you would have access to the continent's most comprehensive methods for training alchemists and the wealth of experience accumulated by countless predecessors. Given your gifts, if you entered the Pill Tower, your achievements would surely rival mine in time."
As Yao Lao rambled on, the black-clad man beside him made no move to stop him for some reason, allowing him to speak.
"Heh, thank you for the recommendation, Senior Venerable Yao. But I owe the Hall of Souls a debt of gratitude, and the Venerable Elder treats me extremely well. So long as the Hall of Souls does not abandon me, I, Mo Shang, will brave boiling water and raging fire for it without hesitation."
Listening to Yao Lao's words, Mo Shang's expression beneath his mask remained devoid of sorrow