—Night, Martial Soul City Hotel.
"Hahaha, come on, drink!" Murong Huai said, raising his cup.
At that, everyone else raised their cups and drank along with him. After Man Tianshan downed the wine in his cup, he looked around at everyone and said with a sigh:
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It really takes me back. Those little ones from back then have all become experts now."
As he spoke, Man Tianshan slapped Qin Tianzhen on the shoulder. "You're something else, kid. It's only been a short while, and you've already reached the Soul Saint level. You're not even thirty yet, are you? Good, good! You even knew to go easy on your teacher this morning. Not bad at all."
"And you too, Dong'er. Qin's already a Soul Saint. You must be about there too, right? What level are you now?"
The others were curious too. Of the seven members of the Martial Soul Hall Team, they wanted to know what level its strongest member, Bibi Dong, had reached. Bibi Dong set down her cup and said, "Level seventy-eight. I've been pretty lucky."
Thud!
Wu Chuan fumbled his cup, and it fell onto the table. Everyone else looked just as stunned. Qin Tianzhen swallowed. "S-Seventy-eight?!"
Qin Tianzhen was utterly shocked. He'd fought tooth and nail for five years, enduring countless brushes with death just to reach the Soul Saint realm. He'd thought that even if he couldn't match Bibi Dong, he'd at least be close. But now she was five Soul Power levels ahead of him! Five levels at the Soul Saint stage—he'd need at least two or three years to catch up!!!
Man Tianshan took a gulp of water to calm himself. "Good heavens! Level seventy-eight? If I remember right, Dong'er, you're only twenty, aren't you? A high-level Soul Saint at