All the doors of the Golden Hall stood open, and the gamblers filed out. After a night of waiting, everyone felt utterly exhausted.
The Green Hotel, first basement level, VIP room.
"Teacher, I was wrong." Number Ninety-Eight knelt before the Nether Thunder Douluo, his face filled with shame and anguish.
His anguish was no act. His very life now belonged to someone else, and for someone who had always held himself above everyone else, that was utterly unacceptable.
Although the Nether Thunder Douluo had regained consciousness, his expression remained dark, and he said nothing. Number Ninety-Six knelt beside Number Ninety-Eight, head lowered in silence.
Besides the teacher and his two disciples, the VIP room also held Nangong Wan, the Xishui Alliance Leader, along with the Forging Emperor, the Flame Emperor, and several other middle-aged men.
"Third Brother, what did you think of that young man just now?" Nangong Wan asked quietly.
"His ability could be called a gift from heaven. He is a born evil soul master. There is absolutely no doubt about that," the Nether Thunder Douluo said gravely. "But his skill with soul tools and his forging craftsmanship surprised me most. As you know, most of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Tool Hall's technology is available to our Holy Spirit Cult. Even so, I still couldn't understand what he made today."
Nangong Wan nodded. "I've already sent people to follow him. First, we'll find out where he's staying and whom he's in contact with. Since he dared to use that ability here without any reservations, he must have something backing him. He must have another identity, using the more ordinary of his twin martial souls to conceal his evil soul master martial soul. We just don't know what that evil soul master martial soul is. I'll report this