In a conference room at the Martial Soul Research Institute in Spirit City.
Qian Chongling sat upright at the head of the table. To his left sat a short, stout old man, only about 1.6 meters tall, though his waist probably measured 1.6 meters around as well.
He had ears that stuck out, small eyes, and a tangled mop of short hair that looked as though it had not been washed in days. He wore a loose robe, and something resembling metal dust clung to his plump face.
On the right sat a woman of about thirty-five. She stood roughly 1.7 meters tall, with a slender waist and a stunning figure. Her exquisite face bore a pair of lovely eyes as gentle as water, but the wisdom within them gave people the feeling that she could see right through them.
These two were the current Dean and deputy Dean of the Martial Soul Research Institute: Hongdou and Lou Gao, respectively.
Qian Chongling had returned to Spirit City three days earlier. Unfortunately, his luck had been poor, and he had not run into Tang Hao on his way back to find his wife. Otherwise, Tang Hao would surely have become an outlet for his frustration and been stripped of another layer of skin.
In other words, this world still looked after Tang Hao and that dear Brother Tang San fairly well. After all, when Qian Chongling had controlled Xiao Chenyu's body, he had deliberately aimed to break Xiao Wu's nose and snap Tang San's spine.
Once they were broken, they could simply find someone to heal them. Whether they could actually find a healing Soul Master of a sufficiently high level was none of his concern.
Yet after observing them briefly, Qian Chongling had found that only Xiao Wu's nose seemed