"Is that your soul pet?"
Wen Yu glanced at Star beside him and nodded.
"Why is it so tiny?"
"Size doesn't matter. Strength is what matters most."
Xiao Xue nodded.
"Can I hold it?"
"What?"
Wen Yu looked at Xiao Xue uncertainly, his eyes full of surprise.
As a fellow Soul Master, Xiao Xue understood the importance of a soul pet; she knew her request was a bit abrupt.
"TSK. If you don't want me to hold it, just say so. Why are you glaring at me like that?"
Xiao Xue also realized her request was somewhat excessive and murmured quietly.
However, less than thirty seconds later, Xiao Xue asked again, "You must have other soul pets, right? Can I see them?"
"HEH HEH."
Wen Yu smiled and nodded, then asked seriously, "Do you want to die?"
At Wen Yu's words, the soldiers behind Xiao Xue swiftly drew their firearms, aiming them squarely at Wen Yu.
Yet, facing the soldiers' hostility, Wen Yu remained motionless.
This was confidence born from his foundation, true self-assurance!
