"Master, what kind of power is that?" Chang Ping asked while dressing herself. She just received Wang Ling's treatment of the poison and was curious sensing how much she had recovered, from a Rank-2 cultivator, Chang Ping reckoned she could push her qi up to the eighth rank.
"It is the effect of me gaining a halo." Wang Ling answered as he kept the needles away.
Chang Ping raised her brows, "If the Master can gain so much strength from gaining a single halo, why don't you just get the legendary nine haloes? Didn't you say getting a halo is bound to the strength of your soul, with your current resilience can you not reach the peak of the Holy Race lineage if you spend the time with it?"
Chang Ping had longed been curious about this matter. Wang Ling's soul had existed for a long time, she had felt how strong it was and determined that even hers would not be able to match his in terms of its strength.