Zhu Zhuyun Wanted to Save Her Sister from Misery

Watching Zhu Zhuyun's receding figure, Ning Fengzhi thoughtfully said to Sword Douluo, "Uncle Sword, that little girl should be the eldest daughter of the Zhu Family we met in the Star Luo Empire four years ago, right?"

"Mm. In the blink of an eye, she has grown so much. And she is not even seven yet, but her Soul Power is already close to the level of a Soul Grandmaster. It seems Yue Shen was right back then. Zhu Zhuyun really is a genius." Sword Douluo nodded, his eyes full of approval.

"Uncle Sword, do you really think she is merely a genius?" Ning Fengzhi asked meaningfully, a gleam flickering in his eyes.

Sword Douluo was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"You said it yourself just now. Zhu Zhuyun is not even seven years old. Even if she had Innate Full Soul Power, it would have been impossible for her Soul Power to rise so quickly in such a short time. Nearly seven or eight Soul Power Levels in less than a year—even Qin Xuan had not been that outrageous back then," Ning Fengzhi said.

Sword Douluo nodded. "The Soul Master Guild could not possibly do something as shortsighted as stunting growth for quick gains. Otherwise, the Zhu Family and the Star Luo Imperial Family would have fallen out long ago. It seems they have mastered some method of rapidly increasing Soul Power without any side effects."

"Indeed. Otherwise, proud experts like Lingji Douluo, the Black and White Fiends, and the Six Great Swords could not possibly have been drawn to the Soul Master Guild and willingly followed Dongjun Douluo's lead."

Ning Fengzhi stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before saying, "Uncle Sword, I originally planned to establish a sect leader's wife and hold a grand wedding