She was more like an ordinary late bloomer, full of responsibility and ambition, silently striving until she stepped onto destiny's flying sword and arrived at this highest battlefield for those under ten thousand years old, facing a bloodline prodigy crowned with the supreme halos—the daughter of the Divine Tomb Cult's leader!
"Shenhui may not have her younger brother Shenxie's two Astral Realms, but like Xingxuan Wuji, she has also unlocked her bloodline limit. And the bloodline limit of their Tomb God Lineage is stronger than the Xingxuan Lineage's," An Ning suddenly said.
"Are you afraid?" Li Tianming watched Wei Yang's performance and asked casually.
"I don't know." An Ning pressed her lips together.
Li Tianming glanced at her. From her eyes, he knew that the word fear simply did not exist for her. She was a woman filled with fighting spirit; the greater the pressure, the fiercer her eruption would be.
"Her..."
For a big sister like her, thinking back to the day he had first met her and all they had gone through since, what place did she truly hold in his heart?
Li Tianming froze for a moment. To be honest, his answer was also, "I don't know."
This "I don't know" contained uncertainty toward his own future, as well as uncertainty toward her feelings. Just like Wei Yang, even if many girls had favorable feelings toward him, it did not mean they could not live without him.
And these big sisters, whether An Ning or Wei Yang, were always more mature and better at reining in their hearts.
Wei Yang was easier to deal with, but An Ning... both she and Li Tianming were now stuck in an agonizing predicament. Taking a step forward was uncertain, while taking a step back was hard to bear.
"Forget it.