Chapter 1975


    When Fane opened the door to enter the hall, he could not tell if his mind yed tricks on him, or if


    he truly felt it: He felt a wave of wind blowing toward him and went straight into his soul through his


    body. It unnerved him.


    The hall had very simple decorations, and there were several small doors at the back of the hall, the


    height of a man. All sorts of charms and markings were drawn on these doors, and with just a


    nce at these things, Fane felt his eye hurting so badly that he could not look at them.


    A table was ced in front of these doors, and a disciple was dozing off behind the table. Fane


    knew that he was also an informal disciple from the way he was dressed, but Fane did not


    recognize him.


    He also knew that such assignments would not be given to newly recruited informal disciples. This


    must be an informal disciple who was his senior. That person supported his face with his hand and


    was so drowsy that his eyelids drooped.


    Compared to other training grounds, not many people frequented the Soul Hall. After all, not many


    people practiced martial art techniques or martial skills of the soul attribute.


    Noel Karl barely raised his head as he might have heard the footsteps or felt that somebody had


    entered the hall. He had a cold expression on his face,zy as he was, though that did not upset


    Fane.


    He raised his head and spoke in a clear voice, "Greetings, Senior brother Noel.”


    Before entering this ce, he had asked Brook who it was on duty at the Soul Hall.


    Noel had the same identity as Fane, but he had joined the pavilion for two years.


    Two years was enough time for many informal disciples to be formal disciples, but Noel''s


    talents were limited. Noel seemed to be extremely tired. He raised his eyebrows, frowning as he


    sized up Fane.


    "You must be the newly recruited informal disciple, are you?"


    Fane nodded. There was no need to hide this fact, and he could not hide it even if he wanted to.


    Noel scoffed, seemingly derisive.


    "What a rare sight for neers like you to visit the Soul Hall. The Soul Hall seldom receives


    visitors. Who would''ve expected for a newly recruited informal disciple toe here when I’m on


    duty today."


    Noel emphasised thest sentence, and Fane understood what he meant. In the minds of these


    disciples who joined the pavilion via the usual assessment, those who came in due to ''special


    conditions'' were a joke. Putting all of them on the same pedestal was insulting to these informal


    disciples.


    Noel''s words might sound bad, but they were not as sharp as those spoken by Wesley.


    Fane raised his eyebrows and said calmly," Does our identity matter when ites to practicing


    martial art techniques and martial skills of the soul attribute? Are newly recruited informal disciples


    not allowed to enter the Soul Hall?"


    These questions might have been asked with a calm tone, but there was also a hint of Fane’s


    temper in the way he uttered them. Noel realized that this disciple was not a simpleton, and he did


    not have such an important background as Wesley did.


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    He was just a verymon informal disciple. He did not have outstanding talents nor a bright


    future. Noel had not even broken through into the final stage of innate level at this moment.


    Even if he managed to break through into the final stage of the innate level, he would have to


    ept the challenges from the disciples who have not broken through into the final stage of the


    innate level the moment he became a formal disciple. By then, he would only be forced to give up


    his position and return to the embarrassing identity of an informal disciple.