"Hey, Little Lin, do you want your old... Ahem, do you want another Martial Soul?"
The instant Tang Wulin finished dinner and returned to the dormitory to lie down, his whole body sinking into the soft bed, Jin Qiu, who had been silent for most of the day, suddenly spoke.
His voice came without warning, like a stone crashing into a still pond and completely shattering the trace of drowsiness Tang Wulin had just worked up.
"Big Brother Jin, what are you talking about?"
For a moment, Tang Wulin didn't even understand what Jin Qiu meant. His mind was still stuck on the "old what" that had been hastily swallowed and changed.
"Nothing. I just made you another Martial Soul."
Jin Qiu's tone was exceptionally calm as he said this, as though he were saying, "I just poured you a glass of water."
"Ah—?"
Tang Wulin was so shocked by Jin Qiu's words that he sprang upright from the bed, his eyes wide.
What did he mean by making him another Martial Soul? Was that sort of thing something one could just make casually?
Of his two Martial Souls, Blue Silver Grass was innate. There was no question about that. It had been there ever since the day he awakened it.
The Golden Sacred Dragon Spear, according to Big Brother Jin, had been created through certain methods. Tang Wulin had still been young at the time and hadn't thought too much about it. He had simply felt that having an extra Martial Soul was pretty great.
But now he had another Martial Soul. This truly shocked him.
According to common knowledge on the Douluo Continent, Martial Souls were things that appeared when a person awakened them naturally. Twin Martial Souls were already a talent found only once in ten thousand,