"Her Martial Soul isn't the Clear Sky Hammer, but the Noble Circle, right?"
Little Angel nodded in agreement with Ning Bei, a faint confusion on her face.
"Her Martial Soul mutated. She was born with rank 9 Soul Power, but she couldn't cultivate, which meant she could only be a Soul Scholar for her entire life. Think about it—could someone like that really stay in the Clear Sky Sect, where strength is everything?"
"That's true. I thought you were trying to..."
Ning Bei shot this woman, who loved letting her imagination run wild, an annoyed glare.
"Can that little head of yours stop thinking about all that nonsense every day? Am I that desperate?"
Little Angel knew she had wronged him, and she turned her head away awkwardly, stubbornly talking back.
"Tch. Half the lousy team you're putting together is made up of girls, and you blame me for overthinking?"
"Uh... anyway, it's not what you're thinking. Just have someone keep a slight eye on Tang Yuehua. If she has any contact with Tang San, tell me!"
Seeing Ning Bei smoothly change the subject, Qian Renxue gave him a disdainful glance, but did not keep pressing him.
"Got it. I can still handle something that simple! What are your plans next?"
Ning Bei thought for a moment. There was no need to hide anything from her.
"I'll probably make another trip to the Far North Land soon, to complete the Ice God Third Trial."
"Oh? You received the contents of the third trial?"
Qian Renxue's eyes lit up. She knew Ning Bei had always been puzzled by the interruption of his assessment.
"Yeah, the third trial just opened a few days ago."
"Then you'd better work hard!"
Hearing the woman's encouragement, Ning Bei's shameless soul started stirring again.
"You're the