"If everything you've said is true, why shouldn't I sign that Soul Contract of yours?"
As Mo Fang looked at the Thousand Refinement metals Chen Ping had brought out, a surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart.
He had already given enough to this country.
The dozen or so years he had left, along with his life after death, ought to be his own to decide, devoted to studying the more fascinating, profound Soul Tool Way.
Chen Ping turned to look at the Holy Spirit Cult members standing behind Nana. They seemed to have plenty to say as well.
"All that's happened is that one Probationary Elder from the Main Altar and a few leaders from the Branch Altar have died. Even if the Holy Spirit Cult and the Academy catch on, they'll need some time."
"Once I return to the Branch Altar with you and release your loved ones' souls, there'll still be time for you to give me your answers."
With that, Chen Ping put away the Recording Pearl that Mo Fang had used since the very beginning of the experiment to observe the Defensive Soul Tool's condition under attack, then led everyone back to the Holy Spirit Cult's Branch Altar in Mingdu.
Earlier, Yan had thought dealing with Mo Fang would be as easy as taking something in hand, so he had spoken with virtually no restraint, saying everything he should and shouldn't have.
Brought out on its own, a treasure like this would amount to nothing but baseless accusations-if you wanted to condemn someone, you could always find a pretext.
But brought out under certain circumstances, at certain crucial moments, it could bring down a whole swath of people.
With Mo Fang, a Level 9 Soul Engineer, flying ahead to lead them, their return was