Ning Rongrong's answer nearly made even the usually composed Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong stumble and fall.
From Rongrong's words, it sounded like he possessed many martial souls—and even attack-type martial souls?
They would never have believed it before, but now they had no choice but to believe it. Wu Xing had used his fourth martial soul in the blink of an eye!
If he even had attack-type martial souls, then Rongrong and he were quite compatible. But on second thought, that was not right. The problem now was that Rongrong seemed unworthy of him.
Dugu Bo, standing nearby and listening to Ning Rongrong, nearly bit off his own tongue as well.
However, he became even more eager to hold a grandchild. He had to discuss it with Yanyan immediately, lest the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect beat him to it.
Although Dugu Bo and Ning Fengzhi had little interaction, they were potential rivals because they supported different princes. He supported Xue Beng, while the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect leaned more toward Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, Qian Renxue.
Wu Xing knew nothing of their thoughts. At that moment, Ling Yuan had already drained him dry.
"Ling Yuan, have you recovered?" Wu Xing asked only after sensing that not a trace of Soul Power remained in his body.
Ling Yuan had long grown numb to Wu Xing's healing soul skills. Earlier, he had piled a whole heap of buffs onto her, dazzling her eyes. Now, another heap of healing soul skills was constantly raining down on her.
She knew that the little man before her probably had no martial soul he could not use. Still, seeing him work so desperately to heal her made her very happy. The little bastard had some conscience after all, though not much.
Ling Yuan