"You bear the surname Ning. You should be from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Has the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect already solved the Martial Soul limitation?" Zhao Wuji asked without thinking.
Ning Rongrong did not answer. She looked at Zhao Wuji somewhat coldly. How could something involving sect secrets possibly be revealed?
Zhao Wuji also realized he had misspoken. Pretending nothing had happened, he praised Ning Rongrong. "It seems that among everyone here today, you're the monster among monsters."
Faced with Zhao Wuji's flattery, Ning Rongrong merely shook her head.
"Compared to my cousin, I can only be considered ordinary."
"Your cousin?" Zhao Wuji froze.
Ning Rongrong pointed at Luo Ling, who was leisurely watching from nearby, a sly smile appearing at the corner of her lips.
"He's my cousin. Thirteen years old, level 46 Soul Ancestor."
Ning Rongrong spoke with a hint of pride.
Everyone was stunned.
Tang San and Dai Mubai stared at Luo Ling, even suspecting they had misheard.
After being defeated by Luo Ling, Dai Mubai had assumed it was partly because he had underestimated his opponent. But now, was it truly a complete difference in strength?
"How is that possible?" Tang San clenched his fists. Being inferior to Ning Rongrong was one thing; after all, the gap was visible, and he could catch up.
But Luo Ling...
Level 46, a Soul Ancestor. They were separated by two entire major realms, yet only one year apart in age!
"So you're the real monster, kid!" Zhao Wuji's eyes gleamed.
A thirteen-year-old level 46 Soul Ancestor—what kind of concept was that?
There had likely never been anyone like him before, nor would there ever be again!
Luo Ling smiled and nodded. "I just cultivate a little faster."
He did not care that Ning Rongrong had revealed