After Qian Bing guessed what Wang Sheng was thinking, he did not put on airs or beat around the bush. Instead, he laughed bluntly.
"So, you want me to take you hunting Soul Beasts to obtain a Soul Ring, right?
"I couldn't tell you were such a schemer, kid. You're trying to get me to do hard labor for you with just a piece of braised pork?
"I'm still too naive. I ate those pieces of braised pork too soon."
From Qian Bing's tone, Wang Sheng realized that he had no intention of refusing. He grinned and said,
"Old Qian, you really are wise and mighty. You guessed my little scheme with the slightest twitch of your eyelid.
"So, do me a favor. Have Pidgeotto take us for a stroll through the Soul Beast Forest, and while we're at it, help me settle my first Soul Ring.
"My standards aren't high. Any Hundred-Year Soul Ring will do!"
Word had already spread that Tang San had obtained a Snake Root Thorns Soul Ring that was more than three hundred years old. As one of Qian Bing's underlings as well, Wang Sheng's ambitions had naturally risen, and he too had set his sights on a Hundred-Year Soul Ring.
"A Hundred-Year Soul Ring? Hah, you sure know how to dream, kid!"
"Old Qian, I just don't want to embarrass you. If I had a white Soul Ring over my head, I'd be too ashamed to tell anyone I was your underling!"
At this point, Wang Sheng lowered his voice slightly. He turned to glance around, and only after seeing that Tang San and Xiao Wu had not returned to the dormitory did he continue with a hint of jealousy.
"Besides... you can't play favorites too much... You got Third Brother a Soul Ring