"Grandpa, the incense hasn't burned out yet. We haven't lost... huh?"
Her grandfather had lost, but his granddaughter had not... or rather, she did not want to admit defeat. Bai Chenxiang stopped halfway through her words, her lips frozen just as she was about to open them.
Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, red, red!
Eight Soul Rings lit up one after another, exactly as many as Bai He's, but their quality was as far apart as clouds and mud. Those last two blazing crimson halos in particular made people feel ashamed of their own inferiority while also filling them with boundless terror.
Recalling the provocative words he had just spoken, how had he dared?
After the shock came a wave of unease for Bai He, followed by relief that there was still room to salvage things.
He coughed heavily, as if to bolster his courage, and offered an apologetic smile. "I spoke too loudly just now. My granddaughter is young and doesn't know any better. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against her~"
Throughout the reception hall, even the light of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings was eclipsed. Only that blood-red hue remained, shining across this space.
Who in the entire Soul Master World did not know what red Soul Rings represented? Honestly, Bai He's first reaction was, how was this possible? Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings had actually appeared on a young man, and two of them at that!
Then he remembered this young man's identity and strength, and everything made sense.
An important minister to the Heaven Dou Empire's late emperor and a favorite of the new emperor, Xue Qinghe, he possessed outstanding aptitude and extraordinary talent, second only to the rumored Saint Son of Spirit Hall.
Not just the Tang Sect's members, but no