Tang San and Tang Chen Set Out to Hunt the Titan Giant Ape

What surprised Meng Yiran even more was Shui Bing'er's strength—

The last time she had seen Shui Bing'er was at an exchange match between Skywater Academy and other academies. Back then, Shui Bing'er had only been at level thirty-seven.

But now, her aura clearly showed that she had advanced beyond Soul Ancestor.

The icy pressure radiating from her was more than twice as strong as before.

"Thank you, young hero! Thank you!"

A booming voice came from the forest. A burly, white-haired old man strode toward them: Dragon Duke Meng Shu.

From a distance, he had seen Fang Fan strike down the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

He was already shaken. This young man had brought down the serpent with a casual blow. His cultivation had to be at least Soul Emperor, perhaps even higher.

He hurried up to Fang Fan and bowed deeply with clasped hands.

"I am Meng Shu. This is my wife, Chao Tianxiang, and my granddaughter, Meng Yiran. May I ask your name, young hero? I won't forget what you've done for us."

"Fang Fan."

Fang Fan gave his name in the same calm tone.

While her grandfather spoke with Fang Fan, Meng Yiran leaned toward Shui Bing'er and whispered,

"Captain Shui, your level now..."

Shui Bing'er glanced at her, a faint smile touching her lips. She did not answer directly, only gave a slight nod, confirming Meng Yiran's guess.

Meng Yiran drew a sharp breath. In less than half a month, Shui Bing'er had shot from level thirty-nine to level forty-eight. Such cultivation speed was unheard of.

Her gaze drifted back to Fang Fan, and a thought arose that she hardly dared pursue—

Could Shui Bing'er's rapid progress have something to do with him?

Meng Yiran sat cross-legged and began absorbing the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's Soul Ring.