Chương 1638: The Memory That Makes One's Blood Boiled With Enthusiasm

The argument ended there. One-third of the people queuing up left immediately. No one wanted to spend money for nothing. Furthermore, the look of this place was truly awful. 

Another youth came before the old man for registration with both parents present. With absolute assurance, his mother placed ten Golden Soul Coins into the wooden box while the youth stretched out his hand obediently. 

The old man pinched his hand and shifted his murky yellow eyes to take a glance at the boy. He said, "You just turned twelve years old. Alright. Please unleash your martial soul so I can take a look."

The youth nodded, and faint green soul power was unleashed from his body. A one hundred-year yellow soul ring pulsated up and down around his body. 

The soul ring's aura was obviously quite powerful. His martial soul appeared. It was a thick, long vine that spiralled around his body.