Soul Ring Arrives

Tang Lan patiently explained:

"The quality of a Soul Ring usually depends on the age and species of the Soul Beast that produces it."

"The longer its age, the higher its quality tends to be, but the more difficult it is to absorb."

"A Soul Ring produced by a Ten Thousand Year Black Water Mysterious Snake like this contains extremely powerful energy and places immense demands on a Soul Master's physique and Soul Power."

Huo Yuhao nodded thoughtfully. "So that's how it is. Then we need to train hard and strengthen ourselves if we want to absorb more powerful Soul Rings."

Tang Lan smiled in agreement. "That's right. A Soul Master's growth is a gradual process. You must never rush for quick success."

Just then, a faint rustling sound caught Tang Lan's attention.

He immediately stopped and signaled for Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong to remain quiet.

Something seemed to be slowly approaching from the grass ahead.

Tang Lan's gaze sharpened as Soul Power surged through his body, and he prepared himself.

Tang Lan stared intently at the rustling grass, secretly gathering Soul Power in his hand as a powerful pressure radiated from him.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong also huddled together nervously, scarcely daring to breathe as they stared unblinkingly ahead.

Suddenly, a small but incredibly swift Lightning Sable darted out.

Its nimble body flashed through the light and shadows. Just as Tang Lan was about to attack, he noticed that the Soul Power fluctuations around the Lightning Sable were only at the level of a Hundred Year Soul Beast.

Wang Dong breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest. "Good thing it's only a Hundred Year Soul Beast. You scared me."

"I thought it was some terrifying giant monster again."

However, Huo Yuhao looked grave as he