At Sunday's words, confusion crossed Xue Qinghe's face. He did not understand what Sunday meant.
"What do you mean, sir? Could you have a way to increase my strength?"
Xue Qinghe's martial soul was anything but ordinary. With the might of the Six-Winged Angel, common medicinal herbs had no effect at all. Otherwise, why would he not have taken them?
Sunday nodded at Xue Qinghe's question. He only had to speak to Dugu Bo, and he could get the immortal herbs right away.
"Of course I do. How else do you think Dugu Yan and the others grew stronger so quickly?
"I didn't give you any before because I thought you had no use for them. With your Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and innate rank-twenty soul power, you had no need for such external aids.
"But now, helping you break through rank eighty sooner might not be a bad choice."
Joy lit up Xue Qinghe's face. What had happened before? He could not care less. All he knew was that his own strength would soon soar. Who would complain about growing stronger too quickly?
"Then please give them to me, sir."
"There's no rush. I don't have them on me. I'll go fetch them first. Prepare somewhere quiet.
"Absorbing immortal herbs takes quite some time. If someone interrupts you midway, all your efforts could go up in smoke."
Xue Qinghe nodded solemnly. With his own safety at stake, he would never treat this lightly.
He immediately turned to find the guards at the entrance and tell them to turn away all visitors for the day.
Seeing that Xue Qinghe had gone to make preparations, Sunday stood up and teleported straight to Dugu Bo's medicinal garden.
As soon as he arrived at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, he spotted