Bibi Qian's voice was not loud; it was barely more than a mosquito's whisper. But just how profound were Bibi Dong's and Qian Chongling's cultivation?
To their ears, every word came through perfectly clearly.
Bibi Dong chuckled in surprise and said to Bibi Qian, "Sister Qian, don't tell me you thought there were only two of these pills?"
Bibi Nan and Bibi Qian both froze at her words, then asked almost in unison, "You mean there are more of these pills?"
"Not many, but not too few, either. I still have some left-enough to fulfill my old childhood friends' dreams of becoming Soul Masters," Bibi Dong said.
For a moment, Bibi Nan and Bibi Qian were both dumbstruck, unsure what to say.
A Soul Master! That was the equivalent of a city's top scorer on Blue Star's college entrance exam. Even among hundreds of thousands of people, there might not be a single one.
Yet now someone was telling them that swallowing a pill could instantly make them that top scorer-and there were not just one or two such pills, but dozens.
This was nothing short of pinning their worldview and values to the floor and grinding them against it. Only, the results made them perfectly willing to be ground down a few more times.
Just then, a little girl of about six walked in from the backyard, her hair braided and a light scattering of freckles on her face.
"Mom, Dad, do we have guests today?" the little girl asked.
Seeing her daughter emerge, Bibi Qian hurriedly introduced her. "Your Holiness, this is our daughter, Chen Shuang."
"Chen Shuang?"
Hearing that name, Qian Chongling was surprised. Why was her surname Chen? Shouldn't she have been called Bibi Shuang?
As though she had noticed his confusion, Bibi Dong explained, "Phoenixsong