"Brother, you're playing favorites. If you won't teach me, I won't be friends with you anymore."
Shui Yue'er huffed, folded her arms across her chest, and turned her head away in a sulk.
With an adult's mind, Qian San took it for a little girl's tantrum and paid it no mind.
He merely smiled and let the matter pass.
Elsewhere.
In Heaven Dou City.
Ning Rongrong had lost her mother, Ning Fengzhi; her two grandfathers, Gu Rong and Chen Xin; and the protection of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
At last, her comeuppance had arrived.
"Well, well. The young lady of the Seven Treasures Ning Clan is quite a pretty one."
Ao Ke, a noble Spirit Master of Heaven Dou, reached out with his plump right hand, caught Ning Rongrong by the chin, and turned her face from side to side as though inspecting a priceless commodity.
She carried the inheritance of the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul, the world's foremost support-type Tool Martial Soul. Calling her priceless was no exaggeration.
On the Douluo Continent, what was the difference between a support-type Spirit Master without a powerful patron and someone courting death?
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had stood firm in the Spirit Master World for so many years for more reasons than the stable inheritance of its Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul. It had strength in numbers, could appraise the value of goods, and had amassed vast wealth. With money to pave the way, it could recruit promising talent from among commoner Spirit Masters.
Of course, the sect's rise also owed much to Spirit Hall, which had long maintained order in the Spirit Master World and created a relatively stable society.
Only in peaceful times, when lives were secure, could a sect flourish.
"Thirty years