"Master, you're right. A five-level increase in Soul Power is a lot, but I still need to work hard."
Chen Qingling kept a straight face as she spoke seriously, not becoming arrogant just because her strength had increased so much.
Ning Rongrong leaned closer, her expression full of envy.
"Every time I see you show off your skills, Qingling, I envy you for having such a powerful Father."
"Unlike my father, who spends all day dealing with sect matters and barely pays attention to me. Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandfather are the ones who have always kept me company."
Ning Fengzhi: Sitting at home, yet somehow getting blamed out of nowhere.
"Actually... although your father hasn't been able to directly help you much, Rongrong, he gave you a high enough starting point!"
"You don't need to envy me, Rongrong."
People always liked to envy what others had, never realizing that others might envy what they had as well.
Ning Rongrong envied Qingling for having a powerful father, while Qingling envied her for having such a good starting point.
Unlike herself, who had awakened her Martial Soul so late and was often called a late bloomer.
Though it was meant as praise for Qingling, it still left a somewhat bitter taste in her heart.
Tilting her head, Chen Qingling smiled knowingly at Ning Rongrong and Chenxin, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
"Rongrong, Master, let's go."
"Alright."
The group circled around the outskirts of Sunset Forest, searching for a Soul Beast whose age suited Ning Rongrong.
They searched until the afternoon before Chenxin and the others stopped to rest for a while.
As though sensing something, Chen Qingling glanced toward the rustling bushes beside her.
She pushed aside a thick layer of snow and saw a Soul Beast so green it