She said that, but it was impossible for Hua Meixi not to envy Yang Yi.
He had only recruited a new team member a few days ago, yet he had already received a Tyrant Soul Token from him. Who the hell wouldn't be jealous enough to hate him?
With Hua Meixi's testimony, Yang Yi finally took one of the Tyrant Soul Tokens from Sikong Jing's hand with trembling fingers. Then he said deeply, "Brother Sikong, thank you."
If he refused again, he would just be putting on airs. If not for Sikong Jing, he likely would never have obtained a Tyrant Soul Token in his lifetime.
Yang Yi had never imagined that he could obtain a Tyrant Soul Token.
It was not that his strength was insufficient, but that people had looked down on him since birth.
Yang Yi and Fan Kui also understood that Sikong Jing had not come today specifically to see what the Tyrant Soul Secret Realm was like. He had simply come to give them Tyrant Soul Tokens—to give them a surprise.
As for Weng Ting emerging from seclusion and everything else, that was entirely a coincidence.
Sikong Jing merely smiled without responding, then asked instead, "Captain Yang, when are you planning to challenge the Secret Realm?"
Hearing this, Yang Yi looked again at the messenger bird Hua Meixi had just sent and said in a low voice, "Let's challenge Senior Sister Weng first. Perhaps we might obtain a third Tyrant Soul Token, and it will also help me gauge my own strength."
Hearing that, Sikong Jing understood Yang Yi's meaning.
As the saying went, no one ever thought they had too many Tyrant Soul Tokens. Even if they could not use them themselves, they could give them to their team members.
Yang Li's face had