"The First Seat has over five hundred Spirit Pupils?"
Jiang Du walked down the corridor, where cold winds gusted, asking about the details of Spirit Pupils.
Chen Zhiyuan initially thought he was a little surprised, but after glancing at Jiang Du's expression, he felt it did not look like surprise, because Jiang Du had furrowed his brows.
"Is that too few?"
Jiang Du shook his head and smiled. "It's not a small number. But five hundred Spirit Pupils ought to be the average, not the highest."
Chen Zhiyuan stared at him blankly. He might have become less intelligent, but he was not an idiot yet.
"How do you know so much?"
Chen Zhiyuan asked in confusion.
Jiang Du seemed never to have considered hiding anything from Chen Zhiyuan. He answered readily, "It's a secret. Just like how Qin Manjiang keeps getting chosen by Ghost Stories. That's a secret."
His explicit admission that it was a secret left Chen Zhiyuan unsure what to ask.
"Is there... an upper limit to Spirit Pupils?" Chen Zhiyuan changed the question.
"Of course. Nine hundred and ninety-nine Spirit Pupils is the limit," Jiang Du answered without hesitation. "Once someone exceeds nine hundred and ninety-nine Spirit Pupils, they can no longer remain in Fu City's Ghost Story Game."
"Not in Fu City?" A needle-like pain suddenly stabbed deep inside Chen Zhiyuan's brain. He asked instinctively, "If that's the case, where did he go?"
Jiang Du did not know who Chen Zhiyuan meant by "he," but he could guess that it had to be a specific person who was very important to Chen Zhiyuan.
"He won't go anywhere for now. He'll leave the Game until ten people have been selected."
Ten people...
If Chen Zhiyuan could not recognize the connection between that number and the Ten Seats,