"One thousand four hundred years."
Han Tao's Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass to begin with, so he possessed naturally powerful perception.
This was a Blue Silver Grass close to fifteen hundred years old.
If you asked how Han Tao had discovered that? Over these past few months, Han Tao had thoroughly mastered the sixth level of the Distraction Control Method.
The sixth level was perception that seeped into the microscopic level. By using this perception, he could judge the frequency of someone else's soul power.
Soul Power Frequency—this was a new concept.
At this moment, Han Tao finally understood how Qian Renxue's disguise had been discovered.
The angel's Head Soul Bone might have been powerful, able to disguise appearance, disguise Martial Soul, and lower soul power fluctuations. But Soul Power Frequency, this microscopic phenomenon—how could you change that?
Based on this Blue Silver Grass's Soul Power Frequency, and the quantity and quality of its soul power, Han Tao roughly judged its age.
"Fifteen hundred years. It isn't something I can absorb right now."
The Soul Ring's age was too high. His physique data wasn't enough, and not enough meant not enough. If he absorbed it, his body would explode.
Xiao Yuan leaned in and looked at Han Tao, who was preparing to leave, then asked with some confusion.
"What, you're not satisfied with this Blue Silver Grass?"
Han Tao shook his head and replied, "Its age is too high. I can't absorb it right now."
Xiao Yuan lightly patted Han Tao's shoulder.
"It's fine. We'll look for the next one."
After such a long period of coordinated cultivation, he understood Han Tao's personality all too well.
Every time he thought Han Tao was making trouble for no reason, Han Tao would always produce some extremely strange theory.
Then, if