"Mm, that's right. There are two Title Douluo not far outside."
"And they're already heading in your direction."
Bai Lu leaned back on the Spirit Throne and spoke softly.
"If I finish fusing the Soul Ring and run immediately, would I still make it?"
Like her youthful face, Zhu Zhuqing's expression was somewhat cold and stiff.
"You can try."
Bai Lu was noncommittal.
"Then I'll try!"
Zhu Zhuqing steadied herself and stabilized the Soul Ring as quickly as possible.
"Whoosh!"
Half a minute later, the young girl opened her eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
"Time to leave..."
The thought had barely arisen when she prepared to activate her Fourth Soul Ring and flee.
Suddenly—
"Rustle."
Faint footsteps came from ahead.
A woman slowly emerged from the depths of the forest.
She looked to be in her early twenties, tall and elegant.
Her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, glimmering brilliantly.
Her features were exquisite and noble, and an innate arrogance lingered between her brows.
She wore a long gold-and-white dress, its hem embroidered with intricate feather patterns. Every movement she made exuded noble authority.
"There are Soul Masters in a place like this too?"
The golden-haired woman spoke softly, her voice clear and pleasant.
She instinctively looked the young girl over.
Just one glance, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
Those clear azure eyes, as pure as spring water, instantly locked onto Zhu Zhuqing...
No!
More precisely, they locked onto the deep black Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath Zhu Zhuqing's feet.
"A Ten-Thousand Year Soul Ring?"
"One! Two! Three! Four?"
"A Ten-Thousand Year Fourth Soul Ring?"
"How is that possible?!"
The woman's expression changed drastically, her face filled with disbelief and shock so great that she nearly lost composure.
Almost at the same time, two figures appeared