Early the next morning, Tang San and Xiao Wu left the Rose Hotel. Meanwhile, Qian Chongling emerged from another upscale hotel, though they were heading in different directions.
Xiao Wu and Tang San left Suotuo City through the southern gate and headed into the countryside, while Qian Chongling made his way toward the Martial Soul Bank within the city.
Following Spirit Hall's usual practice, a Martial Soul Bank generally stood opposite a Spirit Hall Branch, or at most one street away. The two buildings also shared the same exterior design.
Suotuo City's Spirit Hall was a third-tier Martial Soul Sub-Hall. After a brief search, Qian Chongling found this branch and spotted the Martial Soul Bank across from it.
He had to admit that, after so many years of development, the Martial Soul Bank had become renowned for both its reputation and its services. Even this early in the morning, quite a few people had come to conduct business.
Smiling, Qian Chongling walked into the Martial Soul Bank and first displayed his nine recolored soul rings-yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black. He then secured an audience with the manager of Suotuo City's Martial Soul Bank without any trouble.
After all, he had come to accept an assignment, not to conduct banking business. Spending too long here would only spoil things.
The manager's office was a small room of roughly thirty square meters, simply furnished, much like a modest reception room.
"Don't be nervous. Just think of me as someone here to accept an assignment! You're the one responsible for handing them out, so what are you panicking about?"
Inside the reception room, Qian Chongling had instead taken the seat of honor. He sipped his fragrant tea and spoke leisurely to Zhao Jun, the manager of the Suotuo City