Zhong Kui cut in at that moment. "He's my son, Sword Sovereign!"
Ma Zhibin was startled. "Your son? He's already a Soul King?"
Zhong Kui rubbed his trademark bald head. "My son turned seventeen this year. He had a few fortunate encounters and managed to break through to Soul King."
Naturally, he would not mention the two Soul Bones. As for the immortal herb, he knew nothing about it.
Ma Zhibin turned to Xue Tianming and asked, "Old Xue, your daughter isn't a Soul King yet, is she?"
Xue Tianming shook his head. "She's a Soul Ancestor. She studies at the Soul Fighting Academy too, and she can't beat Jianjun even normally, so there's no way she'll take the stage."
Ma Zhibin looked around again. "It seems the boss's youngest son, Ximen Chuixue, is the only Soul King here, right?"
Ximen Rongcheng was among the oldest in their circle, already sixty-six this year. Having become a Title Douluo, however, he actually looked quite young.
Ximen Rongcheng opened his eyes and said flatly, "Chuixue won't be taking the stage."
Ma Zhibin nodded at that. "True enough. Chuixue does have a rather aloof disposition."
Ning Ze also chimed in. "Zhibin, isn't your eldest nephew a Soul King? Won't he take the stage?"
Ma Zhibin shook his head with a wry smile and sighed. "My eldest nephew? All I can say is that he's decent."
"But compared with Old Xunzi's Seven Stars Swords, he's still a long way behind."
"If he goes up there, it'll only be for the sake of taking part and soaking up the atmosphere."
"I've figured it out now. These Seven Stars Swords from Old Xunzi's family are all little monsters! Not one of them is a lamp that burns little oil."
"Take Ma Liang, that brat with the