Zhong Kui cut in then, "It's my son, Sword Saint!"
Ma Zhibin was startled. "Your son? He's already reached Soul King?"
Zhong Kui rubbed his trademark shiny bald head. "My son is seventeen this year. He had a bit of luck and managed to break through to Soul King by chance."
Naturally, he would not mention the two soul bones. As for the immortal herb, he did not know about it.
Ma Zhibin turned to Xue Tianming and asked, "Lao Xue, your daughter isn't a Soul King right now, is she?"
Xue Tianming shook his head. "She's a Soul Ancestor. She's studying at Soul Fighting Academy too, and she usually can't beat Jian Jun, so there's no way she'll go onstage."
Ma Zhibin looked around again and said, "It seems the only one here who's a Soul King is Oldest's youngest son, Ximen Chuixue, right?"
Ximen Rongcheng was considered one of the oldest in their circle. He was already sixty-six this year, but after achieving Titled Douluo, he actually looked quite young.
Ximen Rongcheng opened his eyes and said calmly, "Chuixue won't go onstage."
Ma Zhibin nodded at that. "True. Chuixue's temperament is indeed a little cold."
Ning Ze also cut in. "Zhibin, isn't your eldest nephew a Soul King? He's not going onstage?"
Ma Zhibin gave a wry smile and shook his head, sighing. "My eldest nephew... he can only be called decent."
"But compared with Old Xunzi's Seven Stars Swords, he's still far behind."
"If he goes onstage, it'll only be for the sake of participating, to get a feel for the atmosphere."
"I can see it now. These Seven Stars Swords from Old Xunzi's family are all little monsters! Not a single one of them is easy to deal with."
"Take that little brat Ma Liang, the