"Xiao San, what do you think of Han Xing's remarks earlier?"
After the meeting, Grandmaster found Tang San in the academy dormitory, where he was looking after Xiao Wu.
"If we recruit Han Xing, it will threaten your position as the core of the team."
"But if we don't, with our current strength, I'm afraid we won't get far in the High-Level Soul Master Tournament."
"Teacher, I don't think we should rush into a decision about this." Tang San shook his head.
"My Soul Power Level is a whole major level below Han Xing's."
"If I want to keep him in check, I'll have to reach the Soul Ancestor realm."
Tang San looked at Xiao Wu lying on the bed, then glanced toward the distant training grounds. He couldn't help thinking of Han Xing's Soul Rings.
Tang San knew very well that until he obtained an Immortal Herb, he probably wouldn't be able to keep Han Xing in check.
Han Xing definitely still had Immortal Herbs in his possession. But what could Tang San do to get one from him?
"Should I go take another look at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye?" Tang San mused.
But soon, he gave up on the idea.
Since Han Xing and the others knew about Immortal Herbs, they certainly wouldn't have left any behind at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye.
Even if he went back there, it would only be a wasted trip.
"Do I really have to hand over the Tang Sect Secret Arts?" Tang San furrowed his brows.
"No, that's impossible. The Tang Sect Secret Arts are the foundation of everything I've built. I absolutely can't give them away."
"Still, I could use the methods for making certain mechanical devices to trade with Han Xing."
"But I still don't know how much the Hidden Weapons I have are worth in this world."
As Tang San pondered, an idea soon came to him.
He was confident that no one could turn down the value of Hidden Weapons.
Meanwhile.
After a whole day had passed, Han Xing realized there wouldn't be any plot developments in the near future, so he returned home.
"A Xing, you're back?"
Hearing the noise, Radiant Douluo came downstairs.
However, a woman was standing beside him.
She was tall and stunningly beautiful, with long golden hair. She looked utterly captivating.
"Senior Radiant, could this be the Han Xing you mentioned?"
The woman looked Han Xing over with curious eyes.
"Twelve years old and at level forty-one. Your talent is pretty good. You're not far behind where I was at your age."
At her words, Han Xing immediately realized who she was.
Sure enough, Radiant Douluo's next words confirmed his guess.
"A Xing, let me introduce you. This is Qian Renxue, the Great Enshrined's granddaughter."
"She's staying in Heaven Dou City for now, for certain reasons," Radiant Douluo said with a smile.
"Xiao Xue, let me formally introduce him to you, too." Radiant Douluo turned to Qian Renxue.
"Han Xing, the owner of Twin Martial Souls."
"His first Martial Soul is the Three-Legged Golden Crow, with extreme light and fire attributes. His other Martial Soul is the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, with ice and light attributes."
As he spoke, Radiant Douluo's tone grew more serious.
"According to your grandfather, the Three-Legged Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Angel share a certain resonance."
"If the two of you work together, you might be able to develop a Martial Soul Fusion Skill."
At that, Han Xing and Qian Renxue looked at each other but said nothing. Clearly, each of them had something on their mind.
Whenever he thought of Qian Renxue, Han Xing couldn't help remembering the Heart of the Sun he had obtained.
In Douluo Continent, there was no clearly established godhood called the Sun God.
But that didn't mean there were no gods associated with the sun. The most famous was the Angel God.
The Angel God was a First-Level God whose divine power contained the forces of holiness, light, and fire.
Though the Angel God wasn't the Sun God, she was a First-Level God who could call upon the power of the sun.
Moreover, the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul had plenty of Soul Skills related to the sun, in addition to those with holy and light attributes.
"What are you two doing, staring at each other like that?" Radiant Douluo frowned.
"You'll need to support each other from now on. How can you do that if you don't talk?"
"Snow'er, it's rare for you to have your original appearance back today. Why don't you two go out for a stroll?"
"Maybe you'll feel more at ease without an old man like me around. And it'll give you a rare chance to take a day off for yourself, Snow'er."
At that, Qian Renxue and Han Xing were both at a loss for words.
Only after Radiant Douluo pushed them out the door did the two finally begin talking, helplessly.
"Your name is A Xing, right? I'll call you that from now on." Qian Renxue spoke first.
"Since our Martial Souls might resonate, we're bound to become the closest of companions in the future."
"Fine. Then what should I call you? Snow'er? Or... Sister Snow?" Han Xing asked in return.
"Um..." Qian Renxue hesitated, then said, "Call me Snow'er."
"Although I'm older than you, I'm sure you can see what my grandfather and Senior Radiant are hoping for."
"Given our talents and Martial Souls, we're a good match. You don't dislike me, do you?" Qian Renxue asked.
"No." Han Xing shook his head.
Qian Renxue had once posed as the Crown Prince. In just a few words, she had already found a way to keep the conversation going.
"Are you always this quiet?"
"Not usually. I just feel you're a little different from what I imagined," Han Xing said, shaking his head.
"Oh? What did you imagine I'd be like?" Qian Renxue asked with a soft laugh.
"Arrogant? Cold and aloof? Or maybe a willful, spoiled young lady?"
"Not exactly," Han Xing explained.
"I just thought you'd really resent being abruptly told to get close to someone."
At that, Qian Renxue shook her head with a soft laugh.
"If I were a carefree, willful, spoiled young lady, then perhaps I really would resent this."
"But that's only a 'perhaps.' Don't forget, our Martial Souls might resonate."
Han Xing looked at Qian Renxue in puzzlement. Surely she didn't need a Martial Soul Fusion Skill that badly?
"You still don't understand?"
With a gentle laugh, Qian Renxue began explaining things to Han Xing like a warm, understanding big sister.
No, it wasn't that she was like one. Setting aside her tendency to fall head over heels, Qian Renxue's age and experience truly did make her an understanding big sister.
Qian Renxue was already in her twenties. By physical age, she was indeed older than Han Xing.
As for experience, Han Xing had lived two lives, but in both, he had only been a boy.
Perhaps he was more mature than some people his age, but not by much.
Qian Renxue, on the other hand, had been despised by her birth mother since childhood and had lost her father when she was young.
In her teens, she had gone to the Heaven Dou Empire and disguised herself as a perfect Crown Prince.