"Rongrong already has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone." Yang Xing raised the two Soul Bones. "One of yours is nine thousand years old, and the other is thirty thousand. Combined, they still aren't as old as Rongrong's single one."
Xiao Wu opened her mouth after hearing that. The logic was sound, but the impact of receiving two Soul Bones at once still left her a little dizzy.
Her gaze went back and forth between the two Soul Bones twice before her voice suddenly softened.
"Then... does Rongrong know?"
Yang Xing raised an eyebrow.
"If she finds out, won't she be unhappy?" Xiao Wu unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt between her fingers, her tone full of worry.
Yang Xing rolled his eyes. "Do you even want them or not? Your master prepared Soul Bones for you, and you're still hemming and hawing. Forget it if you don't want them."
"Yes, I do!" Xiao Wu had no intention of backing away even half a step. She stretched out both hands, her voice bright and crisp. "How could I possibly refuse something Master gave me?"
After saying that, she shrank her neck a little and added with a sly glint in her eyes.
"But if Rongrong finds out later, Master, you have to speak up for me."
"Got it, got it." Yang Xing placed the two Soul Bones on the rock in front of her. "Absorb them right here. Your master will watch over you."
Xiao Wu nodded heavily, sat down cross-legged, placed both hands on the crimson leg bone, and began guiding her Soul Power.
After watching for a moment and confirming that everything was normal, Yang Xing turned and headed deeper into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
The Blue Silver Emperor sapling he had planted last