The group said goodbye to A'Dai and continued toward the depths of the forest.
On the way, Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.
"Brother, why did his bloodline only need to be purified once for his Martial Soul to evolve?"
Ning Bei gave the lazy girl beside him an irritated look.
"He trained hard every day, and together with the three Soul Rings he obtained over five years, he had already built up his Martial Soul to the verge of evolution. I only gave him that last breath."
"If A'Dai were as lazy as you, he would've gone home to cut wheat ages ago. Martial Soul Evolution? Dream on."
Hearing that, Ning Rongrong laughed sheepishly. "Oh, come on, I'm very diligent when I cultivate too!"
The moment she finished, Rongrong almost flew into a rage from embarrassment under Ning Bei's expression that said, Do you think I believe that?
Xiao Wu, who was beside them, did not cut in at all, as if she had heard nothing.
At a time like this, she had to keep a low profile. She could not draw the fire onto the rabbit. If Rongrong was the number one lazybones of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, then she was number two.
The group arrived at an open area deep in the forest, not far from the place that had been struck by lightning yesterday. Since it had already been wrecked this badly anyway, it would not make much difference if these two went wild here one more time. Next time he made an Eighth Grade Pill, he would still have to come here.
The ground: "You fucking—"
Er Ming and A Bao came to the center of the clearing and stood facing each other. Off to the side, Xiao Wu and Rongrong both began cheering