Yue Ling nodded slightly and calmly introduced himself.
"Yue Ling, level forty power attack type Tool Soul Elder."
As his words fell, silence instantly settled around the campfire.
The wind swept through the leaves with a soft rustle. The others wore different expressions, but all of them froze where they stood.
Only after a long moment did Yu Mengdi abruptly raise her eyes. She stared at the delicately built boy before her, her face full of disbelief and shock.
"Wh... what? Level forty? With such a high soul power level, just how old are you?"
"Twelve. Almost thirteen."
Yu Mengdi sucked in a cold breath and murmured to herself, incredulity written all over her eyes.
"He's actually the same age as us... that's way too monstrous."
She and Tang Xiaolei were still only Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters, yet this boy was already about to obtain his fourth ring! How could the gulf between people be so vast...
Yu Mengdi inwardly sank into dejection. Beside her, Ye Wuqing and Tang Xiaolei remained silent. Their faces betrayed little, but a deep wariness clearly flickered in their eyes.
A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor possessed monstrous talent that was exceedingly rare even across the entire continent.
How had they never heard of someone like him?
Ye Wuqing watched Yue Ling with a searching, scrutinizing gaze and slowly sounded him out.
"Since your cultivation is so high, why did you come to Star Dou alone to hunt soul beasts? Where are your elders or teachers?"
Yue Ling lied without the slightest change in expression, fully aware of what he was doing.
He wanted to see what tricks these people were planning to play.
"No elders. I came by myself."
"By yourself?!"
Tang Xiaolei could not help speaking up. His brows knitted tightly, utter disbelief written across his