Gao Yunpeng stood beside Gao Cuilan, watching her helplessly, his heart pounding like a rabbit had been stuffed inside it, a complete mess.
He rubbed his hands anxiously, wanting to say something comforting, yet not knowing where to begin. All he could do was repeat dryly, "Girl, what's wrong? Stop crying. Martial Soul Upgrade is a good thing. You should be happy."
Gao Ying's brows drew together. He glared at him fiercely and snorted in annoyance. "Stop meddling blindly here. Go cool off somewhere else."
After saying that, Gao Ying turned and gently patted Gao Cuilan on the shoulder. Though his own mind was a fog and he could not figure out why this granddaughter of his was crying, it could not be anything good.
But Gao Cuilan seemed not to hear them at all. She stared blankly at the strange ring before her, where a golden dragon and silver phoenix intertwined, head and tail joined into a circle, as if a lifetime had passed.
Over the past few years, she had been mingling with Chen Xiaojun's group. Everyone else had a Top Martial Soul, and only her martial soul was merely high-grade, while her Soul Power Level was also low—apart from Ma Wencai.
She knew perfectly well in her own heart that aside from her Innate Soul Power of 8.2 being passable, as for everything else, she truly had nothing to show for herself.
But in the end, even her Innate Soul Power was actually at the bottom—apart from Ma Wencai.
Ma Wencai was an exception. Back then, he had also been someone with almost no sense of presence.
So, in the eyes of outsiders, she was regarded as a genius, but within this small group, she was the one bringing up the rear.
And then look at Zhu