Liu Erlong turned to look at him, her eyes curving with her smile. "Hehe, you're right."
Yu Xiaogang squeezed her hand, then suddenly changed the subject. "By the way, Erlong, you're already level 87, aren't you?"
"You even noticed that."
Liu Erlong raised her eyebrows, a touch of pride in her voice. "That's right."
Yu Xiaogang thought for a moment. "When you reach level 90, don't go looking for a Soul Ring. I'll help you then."
Liu Erlong froze briefly, then quickly caught on. "You mean... that strange Soul Ring of yours?"
Yu Xiaogang smiled and nodded.
After all this time, he had already broken through level sixty and absorbed another adaptive evolvable Soul Ring. His soul power level had now reached sixty-two, and all six of his Soul Rings were black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. The last four were even over seventy thousand years old.
He estimated that by the time he broke through to Soul Saint, the last four Soul Rings would all advance into Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.
Liu Erlong shook her head. "Those Soul Rings are too precious. Keep them for yourself. I don't mind."
"The Soul Rings are precious, but they aren't worth half as much as you."
Yu Xiaogang smiled gently. "Don't worry. I have enough for myself."
Liu Erlong blushed. "All right, then."
After reaching Soul Douluo, Liu Erlong's cultivation had slowed down.
Only the improvement to her talent from absorbing an immortal herb allowed her to gain a level in less than a year on average.
That speed was already extremely fast by the continent's standards, even outrageously so. After all, although Liu Erlong's original talent had been good, it had not been top-tier.
At this rate, she should reach the Titled Douluo rank in just under another three years.