After Ye Qiu left, Sword Douluo, who had been dozing with his eyes closed, opened them.
"Fengzhi, that kid isn't simple!"
"Oh? Uncle Jian thinks so too?" Ning Fengzhi picked up the water from the tea table and took a small sip.
"Tch! Isn't he just a Soul Grandmaster? What's so special about him? He doesn't seem all that young either!"
Ning Rongrong did not have much goodwill toward Ye Qiu, who had called her disgusting, frightened her, and ignored her several times. Hmph! At most, he's just a little handsome.
She had no idea that Ye Qiu was actually about the same age as her. It was only because of the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline that he had developed a little too rapidly.
"Hehe. Rongrong, don't underestimate him. Although he only has the cultivation of a Soul Grandmaster, his Spiritual Power likely surpasses that of most Soul Ancestors—and perhaps by far!"
"Really?"
"Would Grandpa Sword lie to you?"
"Rongrong, you still have much to learn!" Ning Fengzhi smiled calmly. It seemed his judgment was still quite good.
Ye Qiu had just brought Xiao Lan outside when, after only a few steps, he noticed someone watching them from the shadows.
Frowning, red-purple light appeared in his eyes as he scanned the surroundings.
Xiao Lan held the box in one hand and Ye Qiu's hand in the other. Seeing him stop in place, she could not help asking, "Brother~ what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just a few little rats."
"Rats?" Xiao Lan looked around. "Why can't Xiao Lan see them?"
Ye Qiu shook his head and picked her up. "Ignore them. Let's find a hotel first!"
Subordinates of Sabu Chu? If they dare come, they can all stay behind!
Casting another glance at the hidden corner, Ye Qiu strode away.
They found