"Enough, Grandpa. How many soul tools have you already given me? If you give me any more, I'll end up as fat as you."
Meng Hongchen looked at Jing Hongchen with displeasure. She knew he meant well, but she was only sixteen, an age when girls cared about looking pretty. She was hardly willing to make herself look too ugly.
Jing Hongchen, for instance, might not have had a particularly fine figure, but his actual build was certainly nothing like the short, plump shape before her.
That was all thanks to Jing Hongchen's outrageous sense of impending danger. What normal person carried several Class 9 triggered defensive soul tools and counterattack soul cannons everywhere he went?
"Meng, you have no soul power right now. Even if Qiu'er and Jiang Yue both have protectors behind them, your safety still isn't guaranteed. Grandpa can't rest easy. You have to take a couple more soul tools."
"No! I already have three defensive soul tools on me, and two of them are Class 9. Grandpa, I'm only tagging along on a soul hunt. You don't need to worry so much about me. Give Xiao some more instead."
"Him? He doesn't need them. He's a Soul King, and he already has so many soul tools. With his fifth soul skill on top of that, even a direct hit from a forty-thousand-year soul beast would only cost him a little soul power at most. He wouldn't even get a scratch."
Jing Hongchen glanced at Xiao Hongchen and delivered that verdict without hesitation.
As a proper grandfather, he had naturally equipped both his grandson and granddaughter with Class 9 defensive soul tools long ago.
Otherwise, he would never have allowed Xiao Hongchen to give Jiang Yue a Red Dust Protection.
Jiang Yue's ability to help Meng Hongchen