Nearly two years had passed in the blink of an eye. Su Yi, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood within the Star Dou Great Forest.
Whenever Su Yi went out to hunt for a soul ring, the two Titled Douluo, Ghost and Chrysanthemum, would accompany him.
They feared that something might happen to Su Yi because he meant far too much to Spirit Hall.
He was Spirit Hall's youngest and most talented person in history, without equal.
Not to mention that at only fourteen years old, his Soul Power had already reached Level 50.
Once he obtained and absorbed a soul ring, he would become Spirit Hall's—no, the entire Douluo Continent's—youngest Soul King.
A Soul King at the astonishing age of fourteen.
What had they been doing at fourteen? They had only just obtained their third soul rings.
This little fellow had grown far too quickly, so quickly that it made them feel as though they were dreaming.
"You little monster, you're far too abnormal."
Yue Guan looked at Su Yi, who now stood beside him taller than he was, and sighed repeatedly.
"Uncle Yue, praising someone isn't the same as insulting them. Are you praising me, or cursing me?"
The tall, slender Su Yi stood beside Yue Guan, looking at him with a wry smile.
"You little brat, don't look at me like that. Over these past few years, you've gotten even better at disguising your expressions. You can control every expression at will now."
"I'd rather see the cold, icy version of you from back then than the way you are now."
"Who knows? Maybe you're figuring out how to kill me right now."
"Isn't that right, Old Ghost?"
Yue Guan looked at Su Yi's wry smile, a trace of wariness appearing in his