Like Li Tianming, she had inherited a top-tier bloodline. She looked like a colossal beast, carrying a kind of wildness.
"I really envy you. All you need to do is eat," Li Tianming said.
"It's not quite the same. Although my cultivation level rises quickly, my divine intent is a little unstable. I feel like I can barely control the astral source power of the Eighth Saint Sky. I still need to stop and steady myself," Lin Xiaoxiao said softly.
"No matter what, others could only dream of having such talent," Li Tianming said.
"Thank you." Lin Xiaoxiao looked back at him.
Li Tianming took great care of her. Whether it was battle arts, weapons, or cosmic divine sources, he gave them to her directly.
This time, Li Tianming had snatched over thirty thousand inherited heavenly souls and directly gave twenty thousand of them to Lin Xiaoxiao.
"You're welcome." Li Tianming smiled.
He bent slightly and sat beside Lin Xiaoxiao, tilting his head as he gazed at her.
Unable to withstand that look of his, Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her head. "What is there to look at in an ugly duckling?"
"You're being too modest. You don't count as an ugly duckling," Li Tianming said.
"Then what am I?"
"An ugly big duck?"
"..."
"Haha, just kidding."
"I know." She nodded.
The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.
"Close the Companion Space," Li Tianming suddenly said.
"I closed it long ago. I don't want it to see what's happening outside." Lin Xiaoxiao placed both hands on her lap, her gaze distant as she watched the lava river before her. "Whatever you want to say, just say it."
"So you still resent it?" Li Tianming asked.
"Wu You?"
"Yes."
"It wasn't subdued. It's only afraid of the Roseblood Curse. Once it loses its