Inside the golden hall, the Chief Referee found Chen An and asked in a low voice, "Chen An, what's Number Eighty-Eight's background? The Soul Tool he made is anything but ordinary!"
He had originally planned to spend some money to buy that endlessly transforming mechanical arm sleeve.
Not only could he not determine its precise Soul Tool grade, he could not even understand the nesting techniques within it. It was simply a creation of divine craftsmanship.
If he could understand this technology through research, it might provide him with quite a bit of inspiration.
Chen An said quietly, "Sir, it's not that I won't tell you. This guest's background is simply incredibly mysterious, and I wouldn't dare ask him detailed questions."
"All I know is that he and Guest Number Sixty-Six should both be disciples of some important figure up above. I've felt that power of theirs, and it's absolutely genuine."
"So I thought they might be the prized pupils of some elder, or even a Consecrated Elder, out gaining experience and earning some rare metals along the way. I didn't pry any further."
"But there's one thing I can be certain of: if those two guests wanted to take my soul, they might only need a single thought to do it. I've only ever felt such terrifying pressure from the important figures up above whom I've occasionally had the chance to meet."
Hearing this, the Chief Referee nodded solemnly. The important figures Chen An spoke of were not Level 7 Soul Engineer Chief Referees like himself, but the true higher-ups, who often had eight rings.
To put it plainly, the Holy Spirit Cult was a religious organization, a large criminal gang.
Many people thought the Holy Spirit Cult consisted of Evil Soul Masters from top to bottom, but that