"Me?"
Ning Rongrong blinked several times, looking at Bing Jiu with a slight blush.
"Of course, you silly girl. If it weren't suitable for you, I wouldn't give it to you."
Bing Jiu tapped her little nose and handed her an exquisite pastry as she patiently explained.
"Your martial soul is the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, and your role in the team is support. If the other six want to bring out their fighting strength, they all have to rely on you. So there's nothing more suitable for you than this."
"Really?" Ning Rongrong ate the pastry, becoming more excited the more she listened.
This was the first time anyone had said she was the most important part of the team!
Hmph! Tang San and the others really were too much. They always overlooked her place in the team. Sister Bing Jiu was still the best—she spoiled her so much.
"There's more."
Bing Jiu continued, "The greatest purpose of the Mystic Herb I gave you isn't to increase your cultivation, but to accomplish an extraordinary feat."
"An extraordinary feat?"
"That's right. As everyone knows, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda has seven levels. Your father is known as the continent's number one support-type Soul Master, yet his true cultivation is only level seventy-nine, a Soul Saint."
"This is the innate limitation of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Bing Jiu leaned closer to Ning Rongrong's face, lightly tapping the body of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda with her finger.
"The herb I chose for you can elevate this pagoda to nine levels!"
"What!"
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth in shock. "Sister Bing Jiu, you mean..."
"That's right. Seven levels of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda already make it the strongest on the continent! But in the future,