"Young master, we're here!" Under Red Oriole's guidance, Jiang Hai left the bustle behind, took a lift underground, and passed through a large doorway. An enormous platform appeared before him.
There were over a hundred tables for crafting soul tools on the platform.
Of course, these tables were nowhere near the scale of the research benches in the Illustrious Virtue Hall, but they were sufficient for making soul tools.
Soul engineers were busy at most of the tables. Without exception, each had a beautiful woman from Fan Tower beside them. The women stood obediently to one side without saying a word.
Rows of red seats encircled the platform, all filled with people. They were equally quiet, watching the soul engineers craft their soul tools intently. Judging by their clothes, they were either wealthy or influential.
For many soul engineers, being disturbed while crafting soul tools was their greatest taboo. Apart from a tiny minority who had genuinely come to gamble and enjoy themselves, most of these spectators were here to recruit talent.
The Mingdu Elite Soul Engineer Tournament required its participants to be under thirty. Anyone who became a Level 3 Soul Engineer before thirty was a genius, and every soul engineer was an asset to a sect or organization.
"How many people are competing on the Ordinary Alliance's side this time?" Jiang Hai asked.
Red Oriole answered respectfully, "So far, three hundred and seven people have entered through the Ordinary Alliance. You are the three hundred and eighth. Some soul engineers have already finished crafting their soul tools and left. Today is the qualifying round, so you only need to make a Level 3 Soul Tool. Of course, you must finish within the time limit. Every soul engineer's table has an hourglass. The competition only started a little while