Why had Ning Rongrong only stayed at Shrek for half a day before rushing back to the Sect?
She could not name Dai Mubai's or Zhu Zhuqing's martial souls, yet she knew the data on Blue Silver Grass like the back of her hand.
Why had she poured Ning Fengzhi's tea into Ye Lingling's cup?
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda was a Weapon Martial Soul. Studying Pharmacology clearly had nothing to do with her own interests, yet she had still resolutely taken Yang Wudi as her teacher.
In this world, there was no hatred without cause, nor any targeting without reason. Why had Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo targeted Han Tao?
It seemed everything now had an answer.
Yang Wudi took the Porcelain Vial from Ning Tian's hand, turned to Han Tao, and asked:
"Han Tao, actually, there's something I don't quite understand."
"You clearly knew about the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and knew about the Immortal Herbs, so why didn't you dare go take them?"
Han Tao did not answer.
Fortune truly was something difficult to explain.
As the most precious opportunity on the Douluo Continent, Immortal Herbs occupied an extremely large share of Fortune. With his frail little body, he really did not dare go to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Ning Tian praised, "Ning Rongrong is... rather impressive."
"Just thinking about it is thrilling. A Soul Elder at around level thirty passed through a deadly Poison Barrier right under a Titled Douluo's nose."
"She used the properties of the Snow Swan Kiss to stimulate the toxins within the Poison Barrier and shut everyone else outside."
"Isn't this fucking like the plot of some mythological novel?"
Flecks of shock surfaced in Ning Tian's eyes.
"Mm, I couldn't get through the Poison Barrier!" Han