"If you're worried about the quality of the soul ring you'll get, then you're completely overthinking it. I'll handle your eighth soul ring—one hundred thousand years."
Hearing Mo Lin's words, Qian Renxue naturally found them hard to believe. Who could believe that a Soul Sage could provide a hundred-thousand-year soul ring? "One hundred thousand years? Are you joking? Without relying on Douluo Hall, even Spirit Hall wouldn't dare guarantee a hundred-thousand-year soul ring. Could your family really be that powerful?" (She had met Mo Lin's older brother and sister, so it was only natural for her to know he had a family.)
Mo Lin had no intention of laying all his cards on the table before Qian Renxue yet. He wanted to retain some mystery. "Compared to Spirit Hall, perhaps we are a little inferior. But my method doesn't rely on my family. At present, there are probably only two people on Douluo Continent capable of doing this, but when it comes to using it on others, I'm the only one on the entire continent."
Even now, Qian Renxue could not see through this man, Mo Lin. Whether it was how he had obtained the status of an elder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan during that tournament more than three years ago, his relationship with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his drastically changed temperament, or the family that had suddenly appeared behind him—she knew far too little about him. She even suspected that Mo Lin might not be his real name. Still, she did not think he was someone who made empty claims. "I'll trust you on that. If it isn't a hundred-thousand-year soul ring when the time comes, I'll have to reconsider whether I should go to Sea God Island with you."
"No problem. If I