Ma Hongjun's round eyes bulged, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist. It took him a long while to recover before he sidled up to Xiao Wu, rubbing his hands with a worshipful look. "Sister Xiao Wu! Don't tell me you're a god's representative too?!"
He slapped his thigh, growing more convinced the more he thought about it. "That's got to be it! How else could you be a level fifty-three Soul King at twelve?! That's even crazier than Brother Yunxiao! You must be an envoy sent down by some goddess specifically to help us at Shrek!"
Although Xiao Wu had never officially joined Shrek, she was still very close to them. As long as Tang San put in a little effort, he would eventually reel her in.
Oscar and Dai Mubai also turned toward Xiao Wu in unison, their eyes full of anticipation. As far as they were concerned, nothing but divine protection could explain her terrifying cultivation speed.
After all, even among the continent's greatest geniuses, those who could break through level thirty at twelve were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. A level fifty-three Soul King was simply a tale from the Arabian Nights.
Xiao Wu rolled her eyes, casually tossed the oil-paper package onto the table, and dusted the crumbs off her hands. Her tone was offhand but brimming with pride. "What god's representative bullshit? I'm a real genius."
She lifted her chin, a sly gleam flashing in her eyes. "My innate soul power wasn't level ten. It was level fifteen, five whole levels above your so-called innate full soul power. Isn't it perfectly normal for me to cultivate faster than you? If I really were some god's representative, I'd have gone to Spirit Hall to become its holy maiden ages