"You've reached level sixty now. It's time to obtain your Sixth Soul Ring."
Tang Hao's voice was as calm as still water, yet it fell like a pebble into the lake of Tang San's heart, sending ripples spreading outward.
Countless thoughts flashed through Tang San's mind.
Level sixty. The Sixth Soul Ring.
What kind of Soul Beast should I hunt?
He had two Martial Souls: Blue Silver Grass and the Clear Sky Hammer. There was no hurry to give the Clear Sky Hammer Soul Rings yet. What he needed now, then, was the Sixth Soul Ring for his Blue Silver Grass.
Blue Silver Grass... control, attrition, support.
What kind of Soul Beast could grant me the Soul Skill I need most?
Tang San's gaze flickered as the characteristics of countless Soul Beasts raced through his mind, only to be rejected one after another.
Tang Hao gave him no time to think. He spoke directly, his tone still carrying that unquestionable command: "Go pack your things. We won't be coming back here."
Tang San paused, his gaze sweeping over the valley where he had lived for quite some time.
The waterfall still roared, the pool was still clear, and the wooden cabin still stood quietly on the shore. The vegetables in the garden were lush and green, growing beautifully.
Having lived here with Cinderella for so long, Tang San felt a faint pang of parting rise in his heart.
But Tang San was not the sort to grieve over farewells.
He nodded, then turned toward the cabin.
Cinderella followed him, and the two entered the cabin one after the other.
There was little to pack: a few changes of clothing, some dry provisions and water, and a few small trinkets Tang San had made himself with his forging hammer during this