Grand Finals! Miss Meng's Self-Inflicted Strategy!

"Achoo~"

Xixi rubbed her nose.

Strange, did someone seem to be talking about her? Her cover hadn't been blown, had it?

"Xixi, are you okay?"

Jiang Yi looked at the senior before him and asked curiously. She was already a Soul King—surely she wouldn't still catch a cold?

"I'm fine, just a little allergy."

Xixi shook her head. In her arms was a massive saber nearly as tall as she was, and her face was filled with delight.

"This is really for me?"

She stroked the tiger patterns on the blade, hardly daring to believe it.

The Tyrant Tiger Soul-Refining Blade—a Class 8 Soul Tool worth more than a million. Even if she sold herself, she might not be able to afford it.

"Consider it a gift from Xiao Ya and me. Xixi, would you be willing to join the Tang Sect?"

Jiang Yi smiled softly and reached out to pat Xixi's cat-like head.

As Ling Luochen's close friend, Xixi was naturally petite as well. Standing before Jiang Yi, she could not even reach his shoulder.

"The Tang Sect? Me...?"

Xixi blinked and pointed at herself uncertainly.

She did not seem to be worth that much, did she?

"Yes. The Tang Sect once had four great halls, but with the Tang Sect's decline, they disappeared long ago..."

Jiang Yi put on a sorrowful expression, then looked at Xixi expectantly.

"But I feel that you have an advantage when it comes to intelligence, Xixi. Would you be willing to take over the Agility Hall?"

"This Soul-Refining Blade can serve as the Agility Hall's treasure... And joining the Tang Sect won't affect your studies at Shrek."

"The Agility Hall? Intelligence?"

Xixi pondered for a moment, her gaze lingering on the tiger-headed saber in her arms for a long while before she finally