Yu Xiaoheng was not angry.
After hearing the news, he immediately confirmed one thing in his mind.
Sure enough, the previous generation of Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er existed.
Over the past half month, he had given it some thought as well.
In this world, the strong were respected.
He did not actually need to invest too much effort in the ancestors of the Shui sisters. As long as he could defeat them head-on, any further communication would surely go much more smoothly.
Win against them. Convince them.
Then take the initiative to suggest that they try a Martial Soul Fusion Skill together.
It would also be immensely beneficial to their own combat strength. They had no reason to refuse.
As for how to win...
Yu Xiaoheng already had his own plans.
His First Spirit Ring was a two-thousand-nine-hundred-year Xi Guang Linju, its age comparable to an ordinary soul master's Fourth Spirit Ring.
His Soul Power had now reached level 17, and he was about to break through to level 20. Once he absorbed another spirit ring, his strength would rise another level.
Besides, the sisters had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, but he and Erlong had one too.
If they truly fought, his chances of winning were not low.
Of course, he did not think he was Dragon God either. He might not be able to win by jumping more than ten levels, like those fanfiction novels described.
But losing did not matter either.
Even if it was only a draw, or even if he was at a slight disadvantage, it would be enough for him to make contact with them, establish a connection, and quickly fuse the Ice Pattern.
That was enough.
The Exchange Competition's attributes were merely temporary glory and disgrace.
Seeing Rou'er looking furious and ready