Dugu Bo stared at the light suddenly blossoming in Tang San's eyes and couldn't help but be stunned, "Little monster, are you feverish? Didn't you understand what I just said? Those soul bones aren't something you can covet."
Without speaking, Tang San believed that seeing was believing. He lifted his right hand, and a faint blue light surged from the center of his palm. Under his precise control, only a tiny Blue Silver Grass sprouted there, identical in appearance to the wild Blue Silver Grass. The emergence of his Martial Soul also naturally brought the Soul Rings out.
Yellow, yellow, purple, black—four Soul Rings quietly hovered into the air. The yellow halos were bright and spirited, the purple Soul Rings exuded a noble aura, and the black Soul Ring was as deep as an abyss, filled with a daunting charm.
