Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed red and then pale as he scolded her. From the time she was little until now, no one had ever dared criticize her so bluntly for not working hard enough at cultivation!
She stiffened her neck and retorted indignantly, "I-I'm an Auxiliary Soul Master! Auxiliary Soul Masters are born with a much slower cultivation speed than Battle Soul Masters. How can you blame me for that?!"
"That's common knowledge! Being slow is normal!"
"So what if I'm an Auxiliary Soul Master?" Zhao Linchuan raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly, looking at her with complete seriousness. "As it happens, I'm one too."
"Look at my cultivation speed. Who am I slower than?"
"What?! You're saying you're an Auxiliary Soul Master?!" Ning Rongrong looked as if she'd just heard something out of a fairy tale. Her eyes went round, and she thought she must have misheard.
A scene flashed through her mind: Zhao Linchuan, in some Soul Beast forest, punching the skull of a thick-skinned, ten-thousand-year-old power-type Soul Beast until it caved in. That terrifying explosive force, that overwhelming physique...
And now you're telling me you're a squishy support?!
"That's right. So what?" Zhao Linchuan admitted it calmly, his expression unchanged.
Ning Rongrong stared at his "that's just how it is" expression. Her little fists clenched tightly in front of her, trembling as her chest heaved.
She felt like he was making a fool of her!
"Bullshit!" Unable to hold back any longer, Ning Rongrong blurted it out. Her young lady's decorum had been cast to the winds.
"What, you don't believe me?" Zhao Linchuan seemed to find this amusing. He was just about to casually unleash a healing or buffing Soul Skill to show her what "violent support" meant.
Just then—
"BANG—!!!"
A profoundly deep boom