Yang Xing ultimately chose a nine-thousand-year Bloodburn Rabbit leg Soul Bone and, without another word, stuffed it into his storage ring.
While he was selecting Soul Bones, Bibi Dong finally could not suppress her curiosity.
"What exactly is going on between you and Qian Renxue?"
Her tone was deliberately flat, but the question itself exposed how much she cared.
"Why did you take her as your disciple? And how did you know her identity?"
Yang Xing tilted his head and glanced at her.
He raised a finger to his lips in a gesture for silence.
"Secret."
He smiled.
"If you want to know, ask your daughter."
Bibi Dong's blood surged in her chest, and she nearly failed to steady her breathing.
His attitude, combined with his repeated teasing remark that Qian Renxue was her daughter, reignited an even fiercer nameless rage in her chest. Her full breasts rose and fell violently despite the windless surroundings.
But Bibi Dong had lived for decades. She chose to ignore Yang Xing's teasing, forcibly swallowed her anger, and spoke with a thin layer of ice in her voice.
"With Qian Renxue's proud nature, how could she so easily take you as her master?" She stared at Yang Xing's profile. "Did you use the Spirit Binding Method as bait too?"
Yang Xing shook his head.
"Not that."
He put away the last Soul Bone, clapped his hands, and walked out without looking back.
"You were partly right. I did teach my third good disciple a soul skill, but it wasn't the Spirit Binding Method."
His voice drifted in from the stone chamber doorway, carrying a hint of teasing.
"It was something else. And it's very powerful too."
Bibi Dong stopped walking.
Another soul skill, and a powerful one at that.
A soul skill capable of