"Spirit City, Murong Mansion"
"The Sixth Soul Ring, according to my master, was probably over eighty thousand years old!"
Clack!
At Murong Huai's words, Xiao Qingmei and Wu Xianyun froze in place. Eighty thousand years for a Sixth Soul Ring? Was he joking? How old were their Sixth Soul Rings—twenty thousand years? Thirty thousand?
Even their Eighth Soul Rings were only around seventy thousand years old!
"Huai'er, at this rate, won't your Seventh Soul Ring have to be a hundred-thousand-year one?" Wu Xianyun couldn't help shaking her head.
"Mm, that's what I'm thinking. What do you say, Mother? Why don't you give it a try?" Murong Huai said with a smile.
"Sure. Then I'll give it a try with you."
Wu Xianyun was just about to get up when Xiao Qingmei hurriedly raised a hand to stop her.
"Hey, Xianyun, have you forgotten about your condition..."
At Xiao Qingmei's words, Murong Huai froze and hurriedly asked, "Your condition? Grandma, what's wrong with Mother? Is she injured?"
Hearing this, Xiao Qingmei smiled and shook her head. "Oh, Huai'er, you've misunderstood. It's because your mother is pregnant."
"What?!"
Murong Huai stared at Wu Xianyun in disbelief. Seeing his reaction, she smiled faintly.
On Douluo Continent, there was no such thing as a high-risk pregnancy due to age. Training in Soul Power strengthened the body, so having a child in one's fifties was nothing unusual.
"Really, Mother? You're going to give me a little sister!"
At this, Wu Xianyun smiled and shook her head. "Huai'er, she hasn't been born yet. How can you be sure it's a girl?"
Murong Huai declared with absolute certainty, "Of course she'll be a soft, adorable little sister. You already have me, so why have another boy? He might try to fight me for the family fortune someday."