Chen Xiaojun sat there, his body unmoving, yet the aura emanating from him made people feel awe despite themselves. It was the composure and confidence that belonged to the strong.
Du Gu Fu seemed as if an invisible hand had seized him by the throat, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.
He murmured to himself, "Wuneng, Young Master... how can he absorb a soul ring already? He clearly hasn't reached level 60 yet. This doesn't make sense."
Zhu Wuneng scratched his head and answered with an innocent look, "How would I know? Young Master's martial soul has always been mysterious and impossible to figure out."
Just then, Chen Mu walked over with steady steps, the corners of his mouth curving into a playful smile. "What else could it be? Of course it's Sixth Child's second martial soul acting up."
When Du Gu Fu heard this, his eyes went wide. "Second martial soul? You mean... Twin Martial Souls? How come I never knew about this!"
Chen Mu gave a soft laugh, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "There are still plenty of things you don't know. Sixth Child has a whole pile of Trump Cards."
Zhu Wuneng turned to Chen Mu and asked anxiously, "Fifth Young Master, then what's going on with Young Master's Twin Martial Souls? I remember he didn't have them before."
Chen Mu spread his hands and deliberately said helplessly, "Me? I don't know the specifics either."
Zhu Wuneng could not help rolling his eyes. "Then why did you say it was Twin Martial Souls?"
Chen Mu glanced at Chen Xiaojun and jerked his chin. "Isn't it?"
Zhu Wuneng: "..."
Chen Mu continued, "Otherwise, what did you think that Seven Kill Sword of his came from back at the Coming Out Feast?"
Du Gu Fu slapped