Following the village chief along several narrow field ridges, they gradually came within sight of a low thatched cottage.
The thatch on the roof had yellowed somewhat, and several morning glories climbed the corners of the walls, blooming in profusion.
Standing outside the courtyard, the village chief called, "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu! The Lords Soul Masters from Spirit Hall have come to see you!"
Light footsteps sounded inside. The door curtain lifted, and a girl in a short pink jacket ran out.
The girl wore a playful scorpion braid, its tip tied with a strip of red cloth. Her eyes shone like black grapes steeped in morning dew as she tilted her head curiously. "Uncle Chief, who are they?"
"Xiao Wu, they're important people from Spirit Hall. They heard you awakened with innate full soul power, so they came to see you!"
Su Yu took half a step forward, his gaze settling on Xiao Wu as he spoke gently. "Little girl, would you like to join Spirit Hall? Just say yes, and I'll take you to Martial Soul Holy City!"
"The very best Soul Masters will guide you there, allowing your talent to flourish fully."
Listening beside them, the village chief felt his heart grow warm. He hurried forward to persuade her. "Little Xiao Wu, this is an opportunity as great as the heavens! Do you know what kind of place Martial Soul Holy City is?"
"It's the sacred land every Soul Master dreams of visiting! Titled Douluos hold the fort there, and Soul Douluos are as plentiful as hairs on an ox!"
"With your talent, a powerful master is certain to take notice of you. With a good teacher nurturing you, your future prospects will be limitless!"
In a flash, every trace of color drained from Xiao Wu's face.