"Yes."
Tang San had barely said the word when Ma Hongjun grabbed his arm and urged him:
"Brother San, hurry up and give me one! Cultivating has been so frustrating lately. My soul power feels stuck. No matter how hard I train, nothing changes."
Huang Yuan opened his mouth to speak too, but before the words came out, he glanced at Yu Xiaogang beside him.
Tai Long knew him well and understood what he was thinking. He grinned. "No need to doubt it. I was still level thirty-eight last night, and now I'm level forty. The young master watched the whole thing. How could it be fake?"
As he spoke, he released his soul power again. The aura, clearly stronger than yesterday's, immediately stirred excitement in Huang Yuan.
They had trained together for so long that they knew each other's strength inside out. Yesterday, they had still been calculating how long it would take to reach level forty. Today, Tai Long could already start thinking about soul hunting!
Standing nearby, Jing Ling could no longer keep his gaze calm either. "Really just one?"
"Just one!" Tai Long held up a finger, eager to recount everything that had happened last night.
But Ma Hongjun could wait no longer. "Brother San, hurry up and take one out for me to eat!"
"Fatty, you certainly don't stand on ceremony." Oscar walked over and, after hearing what had happened, teased him before turning to Tang San. "Will eating this cause any problems? Two levels in one night is frighteningly fast."
"Isn't Tai Long standing right here, perfectly fine?" Ma Hongjun immediately cut in. "Look at him. He's grinning so hard his face is about to split. Does he look like anything's wrong?"
"I'm asking Xiao San. What are you getting so worked up for?"