My surname was Hong, my name was Doudou, and I was eighteen. My martial soul was a white dove, and my soul rings were yellow, yellow, and purple.
At the time, I worked as a Soul Fighting Tournament host at the Central Main Soul Fighting Arena in Suotuo City.
As for my soul power, I had barely reached level 39. In other words, those fellows who came to compete had lower soul power than I did.
Why was my soul power at level 39? Because I had a younger aunt who was a Titled Douluo.
That was right. My aunt's name was Hongdou, and her peace dove martial soul shared the same lineage as my white dove.
My aunt was a research fanatic who tried every possible way to make me follow in her footsteps. Unfortunately, I, Doudou, had no interest in researching martial souls.
I just liked hosting at the Soul Fighting Arena and watching the soul masters below fight for their lives every day. Soul master fights were ridiculously exciting, and I didn't even have to buy a ticket.
"Doudou, get ready to go onstage! I heard both sides have people with soul power above level 40 this time. Maybe someone will be your type."
A girl in red who looked about Doudou's age grinned and patted her shoulder.
"Duoduo, you lovesick little hussy. You mean someone who's your type. I don't have time to punish you now, but just wait until I get my hands on you tonight."
Laughing as she scolded her, Doudou went to the changing room. She was quick, and within minutes, she had changed into an elegant, beautiful white gown.
With a gentle toss of her long, wavy brown hair, she swayed her slender waist and headed toward the Central Main Soul Fighting