The complexions of the Saints changed before they composed themselves. They kept their previous silence, but the burning heat in their eyes only rose.

The Space Laws were good, but there was doomed to only be one. Not everyone here would have a share. But this great furnace was different. If things were as they thought, this was a good fortune and they could all share in it.

They all glanced at each other and immediately understood each other’s thoughts.

Then, their gazes all fell on Peachy. She certainly felt this. She furrowed her eyebrows and respectfully said, “I would like to ask the Saints to please dispel this junior’s doubts. What is wrong with that great furnace?”

The first one to speak was a female Half-Saint. “Peachy, this matter involves the path of Saints; it is useless for you to know about it.” She paused for a moment and said, “Peachy, contact the Spring Master. If he is willing to give up on this person, I am willing to pay a certain price.”

The other six Saints hesitated for a moment before nodding one after another.

For a Saint to say they...