The Mysterious Lan Fozi

Slowly, his soul power stopped circulating while the blue halos were sucked back into Lan Fozi's body like rivers converging into the sea. Everything returned to normal, and Lan Fozi's slim and incredibly handsome face was revealed once again. 

"May I know if you're a sea soul master?"

In soul masters' world, one's ability always took precedence over everything. The panel judge spoke with great respect to Lan Fozi upon sensing the Title Douluo cultivation base he had unleashed. 

Lan Fozi nodded, not denying anything. 

Sea soul master?

"Excuse me for my abrupt question. I didn't manage to see your martial soul. Would you please kindly explain to us?"

Lan Fozi hesitated for a moment before he replied, "It's Turbo. My martial soul is Turbo."

Turbo? Turbocharge? Tang Wulin frowned. It seemed like this Lan Fozi boy was not speaking the whole truth.