Tang San seemed somewhat downcast. Among Soul Masters of his own level, he had always been outstanding. Even Soul Masters a few levels above him had rarely been able to gain an advantage over him.
Yet this surprise attack had shown him an even greater gulf between himself and Zhu Zhuqing.
It had also shown him how powerless he was before a Titled Douluo. That was a chasm no amount of technique could bridge.
"Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Bo asked me to pass these things on to you."
He gave Zhu Zhuqing and the Titled Douluo with the sword martial soul a long look, then went straight into the carriage.
Xiao Wu silently followed him inside again.
Zhu Zhuqing held what Tang San had handed her, then glanced at Poison Douluo Dugu Bo in the distance, whose face was full of wariness toward her. Then she turned and left.
Over the next few days, Sword Douluo Chen Xin stayed by Zhu Zhuqing's side, making even Ning Rongrong rather jealous.
But when Ning Rongrong crept over to eavesdrop, she grew more astonished with every word.
The two were actually discussing cultivation. More remarkably, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a mighty Titled Douluo, was earnestly and humbly seeking guidance.
"Your Eminence Sword Douluo, do you know what a sword is?"
"A sword..."
What was a sword? Sword Douluo Chen Xin sank into thought. Scene after scene appeared in his mind, but they soon vanished.
A sky-piercing sword intent spread from his body. His martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, appeared in his palm, and he gazed at it in silence.
"The sword is the king of all weapons. It can take an enemy's head from a thousand miles away. It possesses an unyielding drive ever forward..." Chen Xin murmured.
Zhu Zhuqing took a short