Dugu Yan saw Zhao Yan teasing her and rolled her eyes. "My dad's already planning to find me a stepmother. Uncle Zhao, aren't you going to take a concubine?"
"He wouldn't dare!" Ye Qingxian flicked Dugu Yan lightly on the forehead. "Yanyan, you're getting bolder by the day. How dare you say that in front of me!"
"Aunt Ye, I was wrong." Dugu Yan hurriedly begged for mercy. Ye Qingxian was usually gentle, but she was not someone to trifle with when angry.
Beside them, Ye Lingling listened quietly to the banter without joining in.
She cast her healing Soul Skill on her father again and again. Whenever her Soul Power ran dry, she rested and recovered before starting over. Even on the road, she never stopped training.
Her father's grave injury had shaken her deeply. It made her feel just how helpless she was without enough strength.
Even her father, a fighter on the level of a Titled Douluo, had lost an arm and nearly died. How could she slack off instead of training harder?
Neither Zhao Yan nor Ye Qingxian tried to comfort her.
The harsh reality lay before them. No words could teach the lesson as sharply as living through it.
Lu Xuan raised a hand and summoned his Martial Soul. He brought the Jade Flute to his lips and began to play.
First, he activated two Soul Skills, granting everyone in the Carriage attribute boosts. Then the tune shifted into a lilting melody that flowed through the air.
One moment it was The Legend of Sword and Fairy; the next, Pirates of the Caribbean.
"Awakening that Martial Soul wasn't a waste after all," Zhao Yan said with a laugh. "These tunes really get the blood pumping. Maybe one day you'll play music with powerful effects without