The scene fell silent for a full five seconds.
Tang San stood there with his mouth open, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the four Soul Rings beneath Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu's feet three times.
Two yellow, two purple.
Four rings.
Soul Ancestors.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and when he finally forced out a voice, it was so dry it barely sounded like his own.
"How is that possible?"
Dai Mubai stood beside him, so stunned that he did not even notice the evening breeze blowing his golden hair across his face. His strange twin pupils were wide open, his mouth agape as he repeated himself twice.
"How is that possible? How is that possible?"
Oscar looked as though he had been frozen in place.
His hands hung stiffly at his sides. It took several turns of thought before he picked out the most crucial piece of information from those numbers. Then his voice rose sharply, filled with near-uncontrollable confusion.
"Rongrong, weren't you only at rank thirty-five Soul Power a month ago?"
He pointed at Ning Rongrong, then at himself, as if trying to confirm something impossible.
"It has only been a month. How are you already a Soul Ancestor? And at rank forty-six Soul Power? How is that possible? You're not joking, are you?"
Ning Rongrong withdrew her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, folded her arms, and lifted her chin. Her bold spirit had returned.
"Of course I'm not joking." She glanced at Oscar, her tone carrying a matter-of-fact pride. "Would this young lady need to lie to you?"
Ma Hongjun's mouth stretched as wide as it could go, his eyes bulging like bells. The expression on his chubby face froze for several seconds before he finally blurted out a sentence.
"Holy shit! Rongrong, Xiao Wu, did