As night fell, Lan Tian sat alone on a stone bench beneath the Golden Ancient Tree.
Louise had taken Lan Si'er and Xiao Li, while Lan Li'er had gone back inside to rest. After putting Lan San to sleep, Ah Yin sat in a soft chair nearby with her eyes closed, regulating her breathing.
The basin was so quiet that only the churning of the icy and fiery spring waters and the soft rustling of the Golden Ancient Tree's leaves in the evening breeze could be heard.
Lan Tian gazed at the Blue Silver Forest shimmering with silver light in the distance, pondering something.
He was now a level seventy-one Soul Sage. With the Natal Soul Ring he had just condensed, his actual combat strength already far surpassed that of an ordinary Soul Sage.
If this were exposed, given Emperor Xue Zhou's temperament, he might truly make an exception and grant him the title of Marquis to win him over.
Especially since the empire had just lost a Titled Douluo.
A level seventy-one Soul Sage already counted as a powerful figure in the Tiandou Empire, not to mention that he was the first Soul Sage to possess a hundred-thousand-year soul ring. After losing a Titled Douluo, the empire was in desperate need of high-level combat power. If he took the initiative to reveal his strength, the rewards certainly would not be few.
But he quickly suppressed that thought.
The higher the title, the more trouble it brought.
A Marquis's fief was several times larger than a Baron's, but the attention and covetous eyes it attracted would multiply as well.
Those great aristocratic clans, Spirit Hall's informants, and even the Star Luo Empire's spies would all watch his every move.
He had too many secrets. The Blue Silver God's Martial Soul,