Third Soul-Reaping Division Office Hall.

When Lin Feng walked back to his small cubicle with a hundred brand-new Soul Hook Chains from the storeroom, the entire hall was eerily silent.

All the Soul-Reapers stopped what they were doing, their gazes fixed on him like nails.

Their eyes were as complex as a soup brewed from the Eighteenth Hell—three parts shock, three parts envy, three parts jealousy, and one part undisguised hostility.