"Huh? What happened?"
A brief moment of confusion flashed through Salas's mind. Following his momentum, he smashed the desk again, roaring, "Damn brat!"
The scene flashed, and Salas found himself back in a seated position from standing.
The desk that he had personally smashed was restored to its original state.
He got up, not believing it, but this time, he didn't even have a chance to wave his hand before being forced back into the chair.
You should know the reason and purpose of our visit, right?"
Salas was in no state to listen to what Quanyi was saying, but even if he didn't want to hear it, Quanyi's voice echoed in his mind like a demonic sound.
Forcibly pulled back to reality by this stimulation, Salas said anxiously, "I don't know what you're talking about?"
Quanyi snorted lightly and snapped his fingers.
A flash of white light appeared before Salas, and a letter with the scent of paper and ink appeared on the desk.
When Salas saw this letter and the familiar handwriting recorded on it, his pupils contracted sharply.
He picked up the paper and quickly scanned the contents of the letter.
He would never mistake his own handwriting. This was the secret letter Salas had written to the Pope.
It clearly stated how Salas described Quanyi and Huowu as threats to the Spirit Hall.
With this irrefutable evidence, Salas couldn't find an excuse to argue.
"It's over!"
Salas's hands holding the paper were trembling violently, the thin paper now feeling like a thousand pounds.
"How could this letter be in your hands? I received a personal reply from His Majesty the Pope.
You couldn't have stolen the letter from His Majesty the Pope."
Salas's expression was completely distorted, and the magnificent platinum bishop's robe further highlighted his ugliness.
He had always held a glimmer of hope in his heart, but this hope was completely shattered by this letter.
Now, he was completely certain that Quanyi and the others had come specifically for him.
"Snap!"
Quanyi snapped his fingers again, and the letter in Salas's hand turned into golden light and disappeared.
"You're right, the real letter is indeed still in the Pope's hands, but during the delivery of the letter by your people, we had already grasped the contents of the letter.
What you saw was just the image stored in my memory."
Quanyi pointed to his head and continued to question, "From the moment I saw this letter, I have been thinking about a question: Why did you try to kill us?
Could it be that just because our talent threatened your Spirit Hall, you could eliminate us without hesitation?
We shouldn't have such a big feud between us, right?"
During the questioning process, Quanyi's eyes became increasingly cold, and his tone became increasingly low.
Salas couldn't help but laugh when he heard Quanyi's naive question.
He laughed loudly, and tears even sparkled in the corners of his eyes.
At this point, Salas had also seen his destined ending.
Because he saw the ending, he simply gave up and allowed himself to no longer shrink back.
After laughing, Salas wiped the corners of his eyes and looked at Quanyi in disbelief, "Did you specially trap me in an illusion and talk to me just to ask such a childish question?
If it were me, I wouldn't bother listening to the enemy's words and would just kill them to eliminate future troubles."
Seeing Salas instruct him with a hint of sarcasm, Quanyi was not angry, but asked, "Enemy? Who is the Spirit Hall's enemy?
Are we the Spirit Hall's enemy?"
Quanyi's question suddenly stunned Salas.
For a moment, he couldn't firmly answer this question.
"You, you are of course our enemy. Anyone who threatens the existence of the Spirit Hall is our enemy."
Salas replied to Quanyi defensively, but his voice became lower and lower.
Moreover, he realized that he was just repeating Quanyi's question.
How could answering a question with a question have any answering effect.
Quanyi mocked, "Oh, so the Spirit Hall acts so domineeringly, making such decisions without any legitimate reason.
It seems that this magnificent hall is actually just a place to hide dirt and filth."
Killing people's hearts.
Quanyi's actions were clearly aimed at peeling off the sacred shell of the Spirit Hall and exposing its internal essence.
"No, no, that's not what our Spirit Hall is like."
Seeing Quanyi despise the Spirit Hall so much, Salas retorted sharply, but Quanyi continued regardless, "I remember that the Spirit Hall can only execute evil soul masters, but our Quan family is neither an evil soul master nor a soul master family that bullies the weak and disrupts order.
What right does your Spirit Hall have to execute us?
Oh, I understand, this so-called evil soul master is just an excuse for you to justify yourselves, right?
Tsk tsk, I really don't know how many innocent people in the continent have died at the hands of the Spirit Hall."
Each of Quanyi's heart-wrenching words was tearing apart the appearance of Salas and the Spirit Hall step by step.
Salas could accept the fact of death, but he couldn't accept Quanyi's slander of the Spirit Hall.
He said angrily, "What do you know? A just cause must be accompanied by dirty means.
Our Spirit Hall has always been committed to awakening martial souls for people all over the continent and giving civilian soul masters more favorable conditions.
Even your two martial souls were awakened by our Spirit Hall. The Spirit Hall's records contain your information.
These are all good deeds of our Spirit Hall, and they are also the favors we give you. How dare you ungrateful people turn around and scold the Spirit Hall.
In my opinion, you soul master families, as well as the nobles and royals entrenched above the common people, are the real villains.
And our Spirit Hall is the true savior of the entire continent."
The manic Salas frantically refuted Quanyi's slander. This time, he wasn't telling excuses or lies. He really thought so.
And this is also the fundamental reason why most soul masters believe in the Spirit Hall.
Hearing this, Quanyi finally heard a sincere statement from Salas.
He showed a satisfied smile, but this smile was quickly replaced by a solemn expression. Quanyi himself also put down his legs, straightened up, and said seriously:
"The Spirit Hall's contribution to awakening martial souls for the people of the entire continent is indeed worthy of everyone's praise.
However, this is not for the sake of the common people, but to absorb more soul masters into the Spirit Hall.
What you care about is not the common people, but the soul masters!
If not, how could there be no mortals in the vast Spirit Hall?"
