"I never expected this young lady to be from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I failed to recognize her. In that case, choose someone else!"
Chao Tianxiang drew a deep breath and suppressed her roiling emotions. Her gaze settled on Ning Rongrong, and her tone softened considerably.
Meng Yiran swept her gaze over everyone before finally settling on Ning Wen.
Ning Wen stood among the others, tall, poised, and handsome. He looked like a pampered young master from an aristocratic family.
She had dealt with young masters from powerful families before. Every last one was all show and no substance, and this one clearly seemed no different.
Choosing him was surely the right move.
Finding a suitable Soul Ring was no easy task.
She refused to give up this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, no matter what.
"Then I'll choose you!"
Meng Yiran pointed at Ning Wen.
Several people beside him nearly burst out laughing.
Meng Yiran certainly had "remarkable" judgment. First, she had picked Ning Rongrong, the Auxiliary Soul Master who was the weakest person present. Now, she had chosen Ning Wen.
This was going to be quite a show!
"Are you sure?"
Zhao Wuji gave her a warning, his expression odd.
"Of course."
Meng Yiran raised an eyebrow. Seeing Zhao Wuji's reaction, she assumed she had chosen correctly and challenged Ning Wen, "You're not scared, are you?"
[You overestimate yourself. How dare a mere ant challenge me!]
[You're not worthy!]
[Fine. For Little Kitty's sake, I'll play with you!]
[Just don't start crying afterward!]
"..."
Ning Wen rolled his eyes.
Come on, man. You already called her an ant. Why are you getting so worked up?
"My name is Ning Wen. Please go easy on me, Miss Meng."
Then Ning Wen gave Meng Yiran a look that hinted at