It could be said that the value of Ning Rongrong's outfit alone rivaled a minor noble's income over a dozen years, or even several decades.
Moreover, innocence was written all over Ning Rongrong's face, giving people the mistaken impression at first glance that she would be easy to fool.
Tang Mo's gaze swept over the hiding places of those secretly watching them, a trace of mockery flashing through his eyes. The strongest was merely a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor; the others were all three-ring Soul Elders, with even a few two-ring Soul Grandmasters among them.
He surmised that these people were merely the vanguard pushed into the open, and that stronger people would naturally handle anyone they set their sights on.
Before Tang Mo's group arrived in Vast Sea City, its strongest Soul Master had been Kasait, a Soul Saint.
Below Soul Saint Kasait were Soul Emperors such as Vast Sea City's city lord, the other stewards of Spirit Hall, and the leader of the underground forces.
The leader of Vast Sea City's underground forces was a Soul Emperor, reportedly a covert agent sent by some Soul Master sect. As such, he had always lived in seclusion and rarely ventured out; hardly anyone had ever seen him.
Under his command were also several Soul Kings and dozens of Soul Ancestors, making his faction the undisputed overlord of Vast Sea City's underground forces.
"Rongrong, want to play a little game?" Having thought of this, Tang Mo asked Ning Rongrong, a playful gleam flashing through his eyes.
"What game? Is it fun?" At his words, Ning Rongrong stared at Tang Mo with sparkling eyes, her voice brimming with curiosity.
"You'll find out in a little while." Tang Mo smiled mysteriously, without directly explaining what his so-called game was.
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