Chen Xiaojun sat there without moving, yet the aura radiating from him inspired involuntary awe-the composure and confidence of the strong.
Dugu Fu felt as though an invisible hand had seized his throat. Confusion and bewilderment filled his face.
He muttered, "Wuneng, how can the Young Master... absorb a soul ring already? He hasn't even reached level sixty. This makes no sense."
Zhu Wuneng scratched his head and answered innocently, "How would I know? The Young Master's martial souls have always been shrouded in mystery. No one can figure them out."
Just then, Chen Mu approached with steady strides, an amused smile curling his lips. "What else could it be? Obviously, Sixth's second martial soul is acting up."
At this, Dugu Fu's eyes widened. "A second martial soul? You mean... twin martial souls? How come I never knew about this?"
Chen Mu chuckled, his tone teasing. "There's plenty you don't know. Sixth has a whole pile of trump cards."
Zhu Wuneng turned to Chen Mu and asked eagerly, "Fifth Young Master, what's the story behind the Young Master's twin martial souls? I remember he didn't have them before."
Chen Mu spread his hands in a show of helplessness. "Me? I don't know exactly how it happened either."
Zhu Wuneng couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Then why are you saying he has twin martial souls?"
Chen Mu glanced at Chen Xiaojun and gestured with his chin. "Doesn't he?"
Zhu Wuneng: "..."
Chen Mu continued, "Otherwise, where do you think that Seven Kill Sword of his came from at the banquet celebrating his departure from the mountains?"
Dugu Fu slapped his forehead in realization. "You mean the Young Master's second martial soul is the Seven Kill Sword?"
Zhu Wuneng nodded, then shook his head. "I thought that was thanks to the Sword