"Uncle Lan." Ning Rongrong tilted her head, her voice soft and clear. "How much does a Soul Spirit cost? Can I have a cuter one?"
Lan Changsheng looked at Flender, who wore a sleazy expression as who knew what ran through his mind, then met Ning Rongrong's pure, unblemished eyes. His heart softened slightly, and he slowly spoke.
"How many there are doesn't really matter, nor does how much they cost. What matters is whether these Soul Spirits are willing to enter into contracts with Soul Masters."
"Only those who earn a Soul Spirit's recognition can have one."
"That's something money can't buy, and no matter how powerful you are, you can't forcibly change a Soul Spirit's mind."
Those words poured a bucket of cold water over everyone, bringing them back to their senses. But who among those present wasn't a genius?
Shrek's students possessed outstanding talent, while Chen Xin and Tang Hao were Titled Douluos who stood at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.
After a brief daze, rather than feeling discouraged, they felt a surge of proud confidence. With their aptitude, why should they worry about failing to earn a Soul Spirit's recognition and allegiance?
The two Titled Douluos, Chen Xin and Tang Hao, even began quietly talking off to the side. From the sound of it, Chen Xin seemed to be asking Tang Hao how to use "Ring Detonation"?
Profound speechlessness and helplessness flashed through Lan Changsheng's eyes.
He interrupted them. "You two, behave yourselves. Ring Detonation overdraws your essence and foundations, consuming the cultivation reserves you've built over your entire lives! Use it frequently, and at best your cultivation will regress. At worst, you'll die and all your cultivation will vanish!"
Hearing this, Tang Hao sheepishly scratched his head, an honest grin spreading across his dark