After stepping down from the spirit arena, the excitement on Tie Wu's face was impossible to suppress. Defeating a level forty-eight Soul Ancestor had given him a clear understanding of his own strength.
"Brother Wu, have you broken through to become a four-ring Soul Ancestor?"
A tall, thin young man ran over. He wore the disciple robes of the White Fang Sect, with three or four other White Fang Sect disciples behind him.
He was from the soul master family his father had mentioned in his letter. Their families were somewhat related, and one of his clansmen had joined a soul master force in Northland City—the White Fang Sect.
In fact, he was a year older than Tie Wu.
"Mm." Tie Wu nodded indifferently.
Seeing that Tie Wu had responded, Gao Jin wanted to say more to draw closer to him, partly to put on a show for the White Fang Sect disciples behind him.
Tie Wu's replies were neither warm nor cold. After exchanging a few words, he found an excuse to leave.
"I never expected you to really know a genius soul master from Spirit Hall, Gao Jin."
"That Tie Wu—I heard the elders mention him before. He isn't even twenty yet, but he's already a four-ring Soul Ancestor. His talent is far stronger than Senior Brother Yu's."
"Sigh, if we can reach level thirty before turning twenty, we'll be thanking the heavens."
Hearing the flattering tones of the White Fang Sect disciples, Gao Jin straightened up, as though his relationship with Tie Wu were truly extraordinary, as though praising Tie Wu was the same as praising him.
"By the way, Gao Jin, isn't your Soul Power Level about to break through level thirty?" one White Fang Sect disciple asked.
"Level twenty-nine. I'll definitely reach level thirty this