Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. As the world's foremost support-type Martial Soul, it naturally had its exceptional qualities.
Its only flaw was that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda could only accommodate seven soul rings, limiting all Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Masters throughout history from ever having the chance to reach Rank Eighty.
"Rongrong, get ready."
"Mm-hmm."
Ning Rongrong's Martial Soul Evolution was not as complicated as Ye Lingling's, nor was it as difficult.
Although they had not used the Fragrant Silk Orchid, the materials used were more complex and of better quality—that was the idea.
After all, one merely compensated for a flaw, while the other was akin to an evolution of life itself. The two could not be compared.
"Go in."
Though it was said to be less complicated, Chen An still gave her the highest-grade treatment. These things could not be skimped on—save where one should save and spend where one should spend. Martial Soul Evolution was a major matter.
As Ning Rongrong stepped into the Spring of Life, he activated the formation as usual. This time, all they had to do was wait for it to be completed.
There was no danger whatsoever, nor any chance of failure, so Chen An leisurely set up a grandmaster's chair beside it and lay down.
He had not encountered many matters recently, but they had all given him headaches. He had not been this relaxed in several days, so he had to lie down for a while.
"Master, I'm done."
The moment he closed his eyes, two hours passed. After Ning Rongrong finished, she came out of the spring, got dressed, and woke Chen An.
Chen An was still a little groggy when he woke up, but he became much more