A Pill for Conception and Childbirth

Hun Miesheng swiftly vanished through the door.

When the creak of the closing door sounded, the phantom figure clinging to the skeleton suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of emotion.

"Master?"

Hun Ruoruo looked somewhat surprised, as though she had not expected him to overhear their conversation. She immediately frowned. "Refining a body is a matter of utmost importance. How could you let yourself be distracted?"

"To break through and become a Saint, one needs more than focus. One also needs opportunity."

Old Man Yao said helplessly, "Besides, with the commotion caused by that Dou Saint's pressure earlier, even if I wanted to remain undistracted, I fear it would have been impossible."

"This..."

Hun Ruoruo was momentarily speechless.

Her eyes rolled about as she cautiously sat back down on the prayer mat. Her tone became somewhat careful. "You heard everything just now?"

"You girl."

Old Man Yao's gaze was complicated as he sighed. "In terms of ruthlessness, let alone that brat, even I cannot compare to you. You truly have the bearing of the Soul Clan."

To be honest, Old Man Yao had never expected Hun Ruoruo to be so perfectly suited to the Soul Clan.

Hun Miesheng, a mighty Dou Saint and the master of the Soul Hall, whose name struck fear throughout the entire Central Continent, had actually been completely overwhelmed in a verbal exchange and had voluntarily chosen to bow his head in submission...

Looking at it now, let alone being wronged, with his little disciple's status and methods, coming to the Soul Clan was simply like a fish in water. She had even cast off the shackles that had bound her before.

She was more Soul Clan than the Soul Clan itself!

At that thought, Old Man Yao could neither laugh nor cry. All his