Qin Xiong's gaze circled Xiao Wu a few times, his face still alight with excitement.
"Xiao Yao, what are you planning to do?"
Qin Yao thought it over for a while.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.
Either of those things would be a bargaining chip capable of changing a Soul Master's fate. But the problem was, he was only a Soul King.
"It's too soon for me to absorb a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."
Qin Yao spoke up.
"Whether I'll even be able to absorb one when I reach six rings is still uncertain. We'd better keep her with us for now."
Qin Xiong frowned slightly. "Keep her with us?"
"Mm."
Qin Yao glanced at Xiao Wu lying on the ground.
"With you protecting her, Grandpa, no one can take her from you. I'll absorb her Soul Ring when I'm able to."
At that, a bold, heroic air rose in Qin Xiong's stern face. He slapped his chest with a mighty hand, his voice making the air around them tremble.
"Haha! Good! With me here, no one's taking this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast unless Tang Chen comes in person!"
Tang Chen.
The former Clear Sky Sect leader, a level-ninety-nine Peerless Douluo.
The people on the entire continent Qin Xiong would name unprompted as a sign of wariness could be counted on one hand.
Dugu Yan, standing nearby, listened in stunned silence.
She looked down at Xiao Wu lying on the ground, then at Qin Xiong, brimming with heroic confidence, and finally at Qin Yao, whose expression remained calm.
"Your Highness." Dugu Yan hesitated, then spoke up.
"Are we going to keep bringing her along like this?"
"What, feeling sorry for her?" Qin Yao glanced at her.
Dugu Yan hurriedly waved her hands.