"So human food is this delicious."
The Ice Empress kept stuffing food into her mouth, holding a charcoal-roasted Soft Bone Rabbit in her left hand while raising a bottle of snow lotus wine with her right and draining it in one go.
The Snow Empress was rather more elegant, slowly cutting thousand-year yak meat with her knife and fork and bringing it to her mouth at an unhurried pace.
Na'er had a particular fondness for ice cream, sampling apple, orange, banana, and Blue Silver Grass flavors one after another.
"Brother Su Ling, do we really not need to go back and help Sister Snow Ji and the others?"
Na'er asked as she ate.
Su Ling shook his head. "Snow Ji and the others all have six hundred thousand years of cultivation now. With Qian Daoliu there too, nothing will go wrong unless a god comes in person."
Na'er nodded, while the Ice Empress counted on her fingers one by one.
"So that means you have six Soul Beasts now!"
After some careful calculations, the Ice Empress reached a startling conclusion.
Su Ling nodded. "What's wrong with six? There'll be eighteen in the future."
"Eighteen?!"
The Ice Empress's eyes widened. Eighteen soul clans-wouldn't that be equivalent to eighteen wives?
Can that human body of yours take it?
When it came to physical strength, Soul Beasts were already considerably stronger than humans.
And the ones Su Ling absorbed were all Ferocious Beasts with hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation.
"It's nothing. Su Ling, you need to look after your health."
The Ice Empress spoke with concern. If Su Ling exhausted himself to death, what would they do?
At those words, Su Ling's smile instantly froze. What do you mean? Are you doubting me?
"If you have doubts about my prowess, Bing'er,