Oscar could hardly restrain himself, "How can you prove that you were the ones who started hunting it? When we found it, we certainly didn't see any trace of you."
The elderly woman smiled faintly, "Young man, there's no need to rush. Look at the belly of this phoenix-tailed cockscomb snake, there are two scars, inflicted by my walking stick. There are also injuries under its wings. It's just that this slippery little thing managed to escape by chance. My granddaughter here has just reached level 30 and really needs this soul ring. As you saw, she inherited my Tool Soul, the Serpent Staff, and a high-class serpent-type Martial Soul is the most suitable for her."
Zhao Wuji looked down at the belly of the phoenix-tailed cockscomb snake in his hands and, sure enough, it bore the scars the elderly woman spoke of. However, the mere presence of those scars wouldn't be enough to make Zhao Wuji let go—that would be utterly fantastical.
