Seeing the two of them start horsing around again, Sunday could not help feeling a little speechless.
Still, their antics did remind him of something. Zhu Zhuqing's martial soul was the Hell Spirit Cat; he wondered whether it was compatible with that Dark Demon Evil God Tiger.
If it really was, then with him acting as the intermediary, it might well become Zhu Zhuqing's fourth soul ring.
But after thinking it over, Sunday rejected the plan. A sixty-thousand-year soul ring would still pose a considerable challenge for Zhu Zhuqing.
With his help, Zhu Zhuqing had no need to take that risk. Waiting until her fifth soul ring to absorb it would work just as well.
A sixty-thousand-year fifth ring was already more than good enough for Zhu Zhuqing.
Before they knew it, night had deepened. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had pitched their tent and gone inside to rest, while Sunday sat stirring the campfire with a stick.
Just then, a rustle came from the tent. Sunday looked up at the sound and saw Zhu Zhuqing lifting the flap and quietly slipping out.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing emerge, Sunday raised an eyebrow and asked in some puzzlement:
"What's wrong? Why aren't you sleeping at this hour?"
Zhu Zhuqing came over and sat beside Sunday, shaking her head.
"I've been thinking too much about what happened today. I can't sleep."
Sunday smiled at that.
"Thinking too much is no reason to skip sleep. Look at Rongrong-that girl hasn't a care in the world. Her head hits the pillow and she's asleep; once she's eaten her fill, she goes off to play."
Zhu Zhuqing smiled too.
"Rongrong is more cheerful than I am. I have too much weighing on my shoulders."
Hearing Zhu Zhuqing say that, Sunday shook his head slightly, an odd