Medical Alliance · Fourteen
The conditions Yu Xiaogang offered failed to move Ning Rongrong. Instead, a scornful curl appeared at the corner of her lips.
A more outstanding Support Soul Master?
Yu Xiaogang, is your brain not working properly?
Behind me stands the finest Support Soul Master sect on the entire continent. Why would I need to learn from someone who came from a Strength Attack System clan?
Oh, right. I forgot this guy has already been expelled from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
As for the tournament rankings, Ning Rongrong was even more dismissive.
So-called glory was something for people without glory to fight for.
She, Ning Rongrong, had been born atop the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Why would she need to contend for such empty fame? All she needed to do was fulfill her duty as the next Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
On the other hand, the reason Yu Xiaogang had said so much was simply because he did not want to let go of a Soul Master with a top-tier Support Martial Soul like Ning Rongrong.
The Advanced Soul Master Tournament was fast approaching, with only a year or two left. At Tang San's cultivation speed, he absolutely could not reach the forties by then. To compete at such a level for the reputation of being the champion mentor of the Advanced Soul Master Tournament—a title that would fill his vanity to the brim—a Soul Master like Ning Rongrong, who at just over level thirty already possessed three Soul Skills capable of granting the team a forty-percent boost, was extremely important.
If it had been an ordinary Support Soul Master, Yu Xiaogang would probably have said, "If you want to leave, then leave. Shrek does not need trash like you."