Tang San said, "What has an even greater impact is indiscriminate killing without purpose. A Soul Master needs, at most, only nine Soul Beasts in their lifetime. But how many Soul Beasts does a Soul Master kill over the course of a lifetime? Not to mention others—even on this journey, when we encounter ten-year or hundred-year Soul Beasts that attack us first, we cannot help but strike back. As for those who make their living hunting Soul Beasts, the number they kill increases geometrically. If this continues, the profession of Soul Master may one day reach a point where there are no Soul Rings left to use."
Zhao Wuji said, "Enough. Let's not talk about this. It isn't something you or I can control. At most, we can only kill a little less ourselves. Little San, I've decided that if we still can't find a suitable Soul Beast for you tomorrow, we'll go deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest. We'll search farther inside. We'll definitely find a Soul Ring that suits you. Don't worry."
Tang San smiled faintly. "Teacher Zhao, I was never worried about that. Also, I never got the chance to apologize to you. During that sparring match, you were holding back the entire time, but I..."
Zhao Wuji gave a bitter smile and waved at Tang San. "Enough. Can you stop bringing up that embarrassing incident? I've already forgotten it."
The two looked at each other, and both could not help smiling.
Just then, the smile in Zhao Wuji's eyes vanished instantly. One hand shot out and seized Tang San's shoulder, dragging him to his side. An incomparably cold and severe aura burst from Zhao Wuji's body. With a low roar, he directly summoned his Martial Soul. The Vajra Bear instantly possessed him.
"Everyone, leave the