Ling Bai looked down at Tang Si and Tang Wu, who were huffing and puffing as they crafted soul guidance devices. More precisely, they were He Caitou and Huo Yuhao wearing borrowed skins.
The Tang Sect relied on soul guidance devices for its revival, and crafting them required vast quantities of rare metals. Thus, they had set their sights on the Mingdu Soul Engineer Elite Competition.
Winning each round of the Soul Tool Competition earned generous rewards in rare metals, while taking the championship on behalf of the Xishui Alliance meant an enormous fortune. With profits enough to stir anyone's heart, it was only natural that the two had chosen to take the risk.
Huo Yuhao and He Caitou had undergone the Shrek Soul Guidance Department's Extreme Individual Soldier training. They had some real skill, and their disguise abilities were exceptional. Even Nangong Wan, an Evil Douluo, had failed to spot anything amiss.
Ling Bai did not mean to belittle Nangong Wan in the slightest, because his expectations of Nangong Wan had been extremely low to begin with. The other timeline had been what was truly absurd.
Huo Yuhao had overabsorbed the Extreme Ice Cold Spring, leaving only his right hand able to move. Yet he had somehow raced back and forth between the Soul Master Competition and the Soul Tool Competition in a wheelchair, displaying the External Soul Bone Dark Gold Terrorclaw at both events.
Even such an obvious trait had been concealed. Ling Bai no longer held any hope for the Xishui Alliance's intelligence network or Nangong Wan's intellect. They were nothing but a pack of useless idiots drawing free meals.
"Brother Death Prison, it looks like Tang Wu is about to make a bet with Third Brother's disciple."
Nangong Wan spoke with interest. Huo Yuhao and Soul