"Ah?" Xiao Wu's eyes widened. "You only just took him as your master? You met him in Suotuo City? Aren't you afraid he might be unreliable?"
Ning Rongrong's movements paused for half a beat.
That was not an easy question to answer. It involved the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda becoming the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and she could not tell Xiao Wu about that.
"It's a rather complicated process, so it's not convenient to go into detail." She brushed it off vaguely, then lifted her chin. "But you saw it today too. My bargain-bin master really is quite strong. That just proves this young lady still has good judgment."
Xiao Wu nodded.
Then her lips moved, as though she were gathering her thoughts, or hesitating over whether to ask.
In the end, the question was still forced out of her throat.
"Rongrong, just how strong is your master?"
Ning Rongrong was pushing the wooden box back into the bottom of her suitcase. At those words, she straightened up and thought seriously for a moment.
"He told me himself that he's a Title Douluo."
Xiao Wu's body stiffened.
"And he's only eighteen." Ning Rongrong continued, not noticing the change in the gaze behind her. "I always thought he was bragging. An eighteen-year-old Title Douluo? How could that be possible? There's never been one in the entire continent's history."
She turned around, leaned against the suitcase, and folded her arms across her chest.
"But after seeing him strike Teacher Zhao today... a level seventy-six Soul Saint's Martial Soul Avatar was slapped flat by him. He didn't even release a Soul Ring." Ning Rongrong's gaze settled somewhere in empty space, and her tone gradually turned serious. "So I think he's at least an Soul Douluo. Maybe... just maybe, he really is