"Brother Ran..."
Just as Ning Daoran was about to leave the Fierce Sun Sky Pool to settle a grudge from twenty years ago, a black-clothed youth suddenly emerged from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven and said, "I have something I need to do..."
"Oh? What is it?" Ning Daoran looked at Little Blackie in surprised curiosity.
Little Blackie rubbed his hands together and, in an exaggerated display, said, "I want to condense a Nascent Soul—right now, immediately!"
"You can't even wait a moment?"
"Nope, can't wait."
Clearly, Little Blackie was competing with Ning Xiaogui. Despite being the elder brother in the family, Ning Xiaogui, that defiant brat, had condensed his Nascent Soul ten years earlier. How could this be tolerated?
"Fine then."
