Xixi's Soul Skill looked like a wall of water here in the pool. Wouldn't it become a wave out at sea? Chen Xiaojun thought to himself.
"Xixi is incredible," Zhu Wuneng marveled as he watched her in the Competitive Soul Fighting Pool.
"She is. I've only seen strength like this from the Young Master, Xiao Yi, and the Eldest Young Master," Luo Zhenjun agreed.
"..." Shen Mengxin thought, I've actually seen several monsters like this today, and there are even more in Zhenjun's clan. Just what kind of clan does he belong to?
It was not just the children who marveled. Even Chen Cong's and Zhu Yanfeng's expressions grew grave.
"Which top-tier power or great aristocratic clan are they from?" Zhu Yanfeng asked in puzzlement.
"Xixi's Martial Soul is a trident. I've never heard of a Martial Soul like that," Zhu Wuneng said, equally confused. It seemed entirely unfamiliar to him.
Listening to their exchange, Chen Cong frowned slightly. "It looks like we still know far too little about Xixi. We'll have to learn more about her when we get the chance."
After the Soul Fighting match ended, Xixi and the maid walked out of the Competitive Soul Fighting Pool, their faces bright with victorious smiles. They were clearly very pleased with their performance.
Seeing Zhu Yanfeng's and Zhu Wuneng's puzzled looks, Chen Xiaojun shook his head lightly, a mysterious smile curling his lips. "Stop guessing about Xixi's background. You'll find out in time."
His voice was full of mystery, casting a veil over the subject.
Zhu Wuneng scratched his head, looking at Chen Xiaojun with eyes full of curiosity. Somewhat helpless and bewildered, he said, "Young Master, you're always being so mysterious. How are we supposed to figure anything out?"
Luo Zhenjun nodded as well.
Shen Mengxin listened to