Elder Soron slowly rose, walked down from the high platform, and came before the Guard.
He gently placed a withered finger on the Guard's forehead.
The Guard's eyes struggled violently, but his Soul had already been locked in place.
Three seconds later, Soron withdrew his hand, his face livid.
He turned, his gaze sweeping over the heirs on the high platform, as well as the middle-aged official.
"This man's Soul bears a special brand. It was concealed with a Secret Technique, but it couldn't escape my eyes."
He sent a transmission to the group. "I can confirm... this is a Soul Secret Technique of the Hawkwood Clan."
Everyone, including Aidele, was deeply shaken.
Something so absurd was happening right before their very eyes.
Aidele's pupils constricted, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
She suddenly thought of Collins's ever-present smile aboard the Skybound, and the warning Delia had sent her last night.
'Edwin said... there might be an incident today.'
