Gao Yunpeng stood beside Gao Cuilan, watching her helplessly. His heart thumped as though a rabbit were bouncing around inside his chest, leaving him utterly flustered.
He rubbed his hands anxiously, wanting to offer some comfort but not knowing where to begin. All he could do was repeat awkwardly, "Daughter, what's wrong? Don't cry. Your martial soul's upgrade is a good thing. You should be happy."
Gao Ying knitted his brows and shot him a fierce glare, snorting irritably. "Stop making a mess of things. Go cool your heels somewhere else."
Then Gao Ying gently patted Gao Cuilan's shoulder. Although his own mind was shrouded in fog, unable to fathom why his granddaughter was crying, it certainly could not be anything good.
Yet Gao Cuilan seemed not to hear them. She stared blankly at the strange ring before her, where a golden dragon and silver phoenix intertwined, their heads and tails joined into a circle. It felt as though a lifetime had passed.
Over the past few years, she had mingled with Chen Xiaojun's group, where everyone else had a top-tier martial soul. Hers alone was merely high-grade, and her soul power level was low, too-apart from Ma Wencai.
She understood perfectly well that, aside from her reasonably respectable innate soul power of 8.2, she had nothing worth mentioning.
But in truth, even her innate soul power ranked at the bottom-apart from Ma Wencai.
Ma Wencai was an exception. Back then, he had barely had any presence at all.
So, although outsiders regarded her as a genius, she was the one bringing up the rear in this little group.
Then there was Zhu Wuneng. Apart from Chen Xiaojun, he feared no one, and his strength was no weaker than anyone else's.
Outsiders thought their families had comparable backgrounds and that