"By the way, brother!"
Dongfang Yao snapped out of her shock, her big eyes blinking with pure curiosity: "You've said so much, but you still haven't told me! What level is your soul power now?"
"Hmm?"
Dongfang Jing snapped out of his reverie, his tone as calm as if he were commenting on the weather, "Level 17."
Dongfang Yao: Σ(⊙▽⊙"a!!!
The little squirrel she had just brought back fell onto the cushion with a 'crunch'.
She froze completely, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg!
While the little girl was in shock,southwest of Winchester City, in the province of Fasno, in Notting City, Su Yuntao, the patrol officer of the Spirit Hall who had been traveling non-stop through the night, returned to the Notting City Spirit Hall branch from Lingfeng City.
Upon his return, he went to see his superior.
After receiving a response to his knock, he entered the brightly lit office.
"Master Matthew, this is the record of the children in Linfeng City and the surrounding villages who awakened their martial souls this year."
Su Yuntao handed a thick document to the old man in front of him.
The old man had a kind face and was dressed in a neat soul master's robe, with the standard three swords insignia on his body, indicating that he was a battle soul master of the Great Soul Master level.
"Well, thank you for making this trip." Matthew took the file, opened it, and casually asked, "Yun Tao, you didn't contact any members of the Lingfeng City branch, did you?"
Su Yun Tao nodded, puzzled. "Master, I don't understand, why me..."
Before he could finish, Matthew interrupted him.
The old man sighed, placed the file on his desk, and looked at the young man gravely. "Didn't you hear about Lingfeng City on your way back?"
Su Yun Tao hadn't stopped in the town on his return journey, so he knew nothing.
Matthew hesitated for a moment before recounting the events.
Hearing that the branch had been infiltrated by a Fallen Soul Master, Su Yun Tao was utterly shocked.
The one managing the Lingfeng City branch was the Purple-Robed Bishop.
Didn't this mean that their most prized and sacred Spirit Hall had a traitor?
And the Pope had actually sent two elders, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, to carry out a cleanup mission.
These two elders were both Title Douluo.
"It seems His Holiness the Pope takes this matter extremely seriously." Su Yuntao was only in his twenties and couldn't possibly imagine the scene.
Then, his face turned pale instantly, a wave of fear washing over him.
He wasn't stupid; he had already realized what was happening.
The branch hall had been infiltrated by Fallen Soul Masters.
Didn't that mean he, Su Yuntao, had just narrowly escaped death?
Seeing the young man's bloodless face, Matthew knew that the other had already guessed, so he didn't hide anything and explained,
"That's right. After the Spirit Hall discovered the Fallen Ones' whereabouts, it happened to be the annual Spirit Awakening Day. In order to successfully wipe them out in one fell swoop, and at the same time, to avoid arousing suspicion and unrest among the people, to avoid delaying the awakening and alerting the Fallen Ones, and even more so to avoid letting those guys know the children's Spirit information..."
He paused, glancing at Su Yuntao with pity, "So, the higher-ups decided to send a patrol deacon with the lowest soul power in the Heaven Dou Realm to be in charge of the awakening, and that person... cough cough..."
Su Yuntao shuddered, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He felt a mixture of fear and anger.
But he dared not say anything; such was the fate of a pathetic working-class man.
Seeing Su Yuntao's dejected, almost soulless state, Matthew took out a card from his storage soul tool and handed it to the young man.
The card was gleaming gold, clearly high-grade.
"Hmm?"
Su Yuntao recognized the card—a gold card.
Then Matthew lowered his voice and explained, "You've truly been wronged this time, so the higher-ups will compensate you. Here, this gold card contains 200,000 gold soul coins—"
Before the old man could finish speaking, the card vanished.
Looking up, Su Yuntao was stuffing something into his pocket with lightning speed.
His face was full of sunshine and vitality; there was no trace of dejection.
Matthew's lips twitched; this change of expression was astounding.
He coughed, picked up the file on the table, and continued reading, saying, "Yuntao, are there any promising talents in Lingfeng City?"
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