Although Tang San was anxious to save Lan Xue, he had not lost his reason. He understood that he had to recover to a certain extent before he could absorb the Soul Ring before him.
At this moment, he could no longer afford to worry about any dangers that might appear. Sitting there, he gasped for breath, barely restoring some of his mental strength before beginning to meditate and recover his Soul Power.
Just then, the thing Tang San feared most happened. As the Man Faced Demon Spider's Soul Ring slowly condensed over its corpse, three uninvited guests flashed out of the forest at high speed.
They were not the Soul Beasts that posed the greatest threat, but Tang San's heart still sank when he saw the three people.
They were three Soul Masters, and Tang San recognized two of them. They were Snake Woman Chao Tianxiang and the beautiful young girl, Meng Yiran, whom he had parted ways with not long ago.
The third person beside them was a tall, thin old man who appeared to be at least seventy. Like Chao Tianxiang, he had a head of silver hair. In his hand was a bright silver Dragon Head Crutch more than four meters long. The dragon head atop the staff was lifelike and dazzling, while the wrinkles on his face showed his age. Eight Soul Rings rose and fell around his body.
Two yellow, three purple, and three black. Though the quality of his Soul Rings was slightly inferior to Zhao Wuji's, with one fewer thousand-year Soul Ring, he possessed eight Soul Rings. That represented the cultivation of a Soul Douluo above rank eighty. Tang San did not need to ask to know who he was. He was Snake Woman's husband, Meng Yiran's grandfather—the Dragon Duke, Meng Shu.