"Soul skill?"
"What soul skill?"
Yin Xuantu, who had been watching his beloved, stiffened. He looked excitedly at Mu Feiyang and Yin Xuezhi, because he seemed to have just heard something about imparting a soul skill.
Soul skills were no less rare than heavenly fire—if anything, even rarer. At least, in the First Heaven, he had never heard of anyone possessing one.
The only person he knew of who could use a soul skill was Mu Feiyang, because Ye Ming had reported it to him before.
"Father, Feiyang previously taught your daughter a soul skill. He said it was an engagement gift for me, but I had just entered the Inheritance Ground at the time and did not have a chance to tell you."
"Good, good, good!"
"Feiyang, I truly did not misjudge you. You are indeed my fine son-in-law!"
After hearing his daughter's words, Yin Xuantu said "good" three times in a row. He was so excited that his body trembled slightly.
There was no need to mention the value of a soul skill, yet he had never imagined that Mu Feiyang would offer one as an engagement gift. If news of this got out, it would absolutely shake the entire Primordial Realm.
"Hehe...!"
"It is only a soul skill. From now on, we are family. Passing a soul skill on to you is nothing much."
Mu Feiyang subtly withdrew his hand. He was not used to having a grown man hold his hand while saying such sentimental things—it always felt rather strange.
Yin Xuantu was delighted by Mu Feiyang's words. Today felt like the happiest day of his life.
His daughter had found a perfect man to whom she could entrust her life, his beloved who had lain unconscious for over a thousand years was about to awaken,