Because Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu had not even summoned their Martial Souls.
Under the level forty-two Soul Power Suppression that had just forced Tang San to summon his Martial Soul and even reveal his External Soul Bone.
The two girls stood where they were, blinking their beautiful yet distinctly different eyes as they looked at them normally, as though they felt no Soul Power pressure at all.
The hall fell silent for three seconds.
Zhi Lin opened his mouth. Although he had withdrawn the Soul Power Suppression from Tang San, he had not withdrawn it from these two girls.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, then looked back up at Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu.
An absurd thought surfaced in his mind.
"Could there be something wrong with my Soul Power?"
He hurriedly checked his own Soul Power output.
There was no problem.
The level forty-two Soul Power Suppression was perfectly accurate. It had indeed enveloped all three of them.
Tang San had been forced to reveal his Martial Soul and External Soul Bone.
Yet these two girls seemed as if they felt nothing at all.
"How is that possible?" Zhi Lin blurted out.
He suddenly realized something.
When he had used his Soul Power to examine Tang San's Soul Power Level earlier, he had found it to be around level thirty-three. Since all three were about the same age, he had subconsciously assumed their Soul Power Levels were in the same range and had not examined the other two separately.
"Students." Zhi Lin quickly withdrew the Soul Power pressure, concern entering his voice. "Are you all right?"
Ning Rongrong waved her hand, her smile brilliant.
"Grandpa Zhi, we're fine."
Xiao Wu nodded as well, her scorpion braid swaying.
"Mm, I didn't feel anything at all."