Seeing the hesitation on Qian Renxue's face, Broad Hill immediately pressed his advantage.
"Oh, right, Little Snow. I wasn't just talking when I said my Martial Soul had grown stronger. You can feel it for yourself and see how strong it is now."
As he spoke, Broad Hill reined in his aura and summoned his Martial Soul.
The moment the Guangling Divine Bow appeared in the secret chamber, Qian Renxue felt the surrounding temperature drop several degrees. The water in the cup on the nearby table was affected and instantly froze solid.
Qian Renxue unconsciously took a step back. Only after Soul Power enveloped her entire body did she look toward the Martial Soul in Broad Hill's hand, which seemed far colder than before.
"It's grown this much stronger?" Qian Renxue murmured.
She had seen the Guangling Divine Bow more than once. Since her Angel Martial Soul possessed a fire attribute as well, she had even played with Broad Hill's Martial Soul before. Yet never had she felt cold merely by drawing near it.
"Besides, the earlier you consume immortal herbs, the better. Oh, right, Little Snow, Han Li is already level thirty. Once he obtains his Soul Ring, he'll probably reach at least level thirty-two. He isn't even eight years old yet. Maybe he really will catch up to you someday."
Broad Hill still held something back. He did not mention that Han Li's first two rings had already become one black and one purple, that the First Soul Ring could gradually increase in age as his strength rose, or that Han Li intended to directly obtain a third Soul Ring nearing twenty thousand years.
Qian Renxue could discover those things herself later. It would be somewhat inappropriate for him to say them outright. Curiosity was the greatest driving