Soul Hunting IV

Ye Wen had not expected Meng Yiran to strike up a conversation with him, but after a brief moment of surprise, he replied calmly.

"Big Sister can just call me A Wen."

Then Ye Wen resumed eating as if nothing had happened.

He was a married man now. Even if they were both still children, Ye Wen knew how to keep proper boundaries.

Besides, with a mental age nearing thirty, Ye Wen really could not bring himself to keep calling a little girl "Big Sister." Pretending to be a blockhead like this was perfect.

But while Ye Wen had handled himself well, he had underestimated Meng Yiran. As the treasured daughter of her family, she had been flattered by others her whole life. Being treated so coldly for the first time only made her more interested.

"A Wen, A Wen, don't ignore me. Tell me what kind of Soul Beast you came here to hunt this time. Maybe my grandfather and the others know something.

And what is your Martial Soul? Let me take a look.

If there was no topic, she would create one. Meng Yiran had truly mastered that skill, endlessly firing off questions until Ye Wen went numb.

But just then, a small hand landed on Meng Yiran's shoulder, and Huo Yu'er's cool voice rang out.

"Big Sister Yiran, that's enough, isn't it? Can't you see that A Wen doesn't want to talk to you?"

Although Huo Yu'er wanted to build a small faction of her own, she did not just accept anyone. Nearly ten years old and only now hunting her second soul ring, with talent no better than that—such a person was not worthy of standing beside her and Ye Wen in the future.

Clearly, though, Meng Yiran had not considered things that way. Seeing