In the spectator stands, the high-ranking officials and leaders wore looks of shock and suspicion. Delt, the Palace Master of the Nanyue Country's Song City Branch Hall, was especially smug, basking in the envious gazes of his colleagues.
"Hey, Lao De, you really went all out this time! To think you were even willing to part with a Divine Soul," a few of the neighboring Sub-Palace Masters teased.
"Hey, hey, watch your mouth," Delt said, suddenly displeased. "Our Xin Yan caught that Divine Soul all by herself. It has nothing to do with me."
"Who'd believe that?!" The neighboring Sub-Palace Masters had teasing looks on their faces, clearly not believing a word Delt said.
Delt couldn't be bothered to argue with them. He curled his lip into a sneer and said, "Believe it or not."
The Sub-Palace Masters pouted resentfully. Looking at the battle on the stage, their eyes flickered as one asked, "By the way, Lao De, what's the special effect of Ming Xin Yan's Divine Soul?"
