Huo Yuhao's attention was caught by Zhu Zhuqing's reaction, and he ran over to check on her.
Zhu Zhuqing had already awakened from deep meditation. Looking at the four Soul Rings around her-two yellow and two black-she showed little surprise.
Little Black darted out of Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Ring and rubbed its head against her. Zhu Zhuqing stroked Little Black in return.
But there was a slightly thoughtful look in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
"Zhuqing, congratulations on reaching Soul Ancestor," Huo Yuhao said as he ran over. He walked up beside her, intending to help her to her feet.
Zhu Zhuqing smiled and nodded at his words, then moved to take the hand Huo Yuhao held out.
But something had occurred to her, something only Zhu Zhuqing herself knew.
That dream, that White Tiger, those words, everything in those dreams made Zhu Zhuqing plant her outstretched hand on the ground instead of taking Huo Yuhao's hand, pushing herself to her feet.
Huo Yuhao paid no mind to any of this, assuming that her body had yet to adjust after waking from deep meditation.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Huo Yuhao and smiled. Only she knew that her thoughts had changed. In her eyes, although Huo Yuhao's face had grown fairer and more delicate than before, that sense of familiarity was becoming stronger and stronger.
Zhu Zhuqing teased, "Yuhao, did you do some beauty treatment while I was meditating? How did your skin get so nice? And why do you smell so good?"
"No, it was just caused by absorbing Soul Rings," Huo Yuhao said.
Zhu Zhuqing asked instinctively, "Yuhao, you've cultivated to Soul King?"
At her words, Huo Yuhao used his Simulation Soul Skill to simulate six black Soul Rings.
Although Zhu Zhuqing had long since guessed that his Soul Rings did