Star River Number Seven looked at Zhou. "You may not realize this, King Pan, but actively cultivating soul techniques takes far too much time. At least now we can strengthen our souls considerably without deliberately cultivating them."
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"That way, we can devote more time to other things."
"We can't split our minds between two tasks, after all. I feel this thing is more useful than other weapons."
Pan King Zhou nodded. "I have to admit, this thing is useful, but I still don't think it's as important as a weapon."
"What we lack right now is something that can immediately increase our combat strength."
"But it's already too late to discuss that. Since you've made your choice, we can only live with it."
"I hope it provides a powerful defensive boost. Otherwise, we'll have lost out terribly."
He sighed softly, feeling a profound sense of helplessness.
He couldn't make his own decisions now. Even in matters like this, he had to defer to others.
It was every bit as agonizing as he could have imagined.
If the choice had been his, he would definitely have chosen something else.
But he had no such authority.
This was why he didn't want others choosing Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons. If they couldn't immediately strengthen their combat power, it would put them at a severe disadvantage in what lay ahead.
But the timber had already been made into a boat. No amount of talking would change anything now.
"Ah..." That single sigh spoke volumes about King Pan's helplessness.
Star River Number Seven said nothing more. More words would accomplish nothing. He could already clearly feel his soul growing at a tremendous pace. Perhaps his strength was still below King Pan's at this moment, but he believed it wouldn't take long