Before Weisheng Moran could finish, Li Tianming smiled faintly. "You don't have to stay here all the time, either. I'll lend you my lifebound beasts. Silver Dust can help you find opponents, and the others can seal off the battlefield for you. All you have to do is hunt. Compete with the powerful cultivators of the Muxue Lineage hunting you down, and see who's the prey and who's the real hunter."
Weisheng Moran's eyes naturally lit up at those words. She was utterly obsessed with Li Tianming, and now that her "appetite" had been whetted, she was truly starving. Asking her to eat only Mu Dongli was nowhere near enough to fill her stomach. After all, she had gone hungry for over a thousand years.
Since the world outside was full of hunters, why should she cower?
Weisheng Moran knew only one thing: in the situation Xuanting faced, a seventh-level Destiny cultivator was mere cannon fodder, unfit to take the stage. Now that she had opened her mouth, she had no intention of becoming cannon fodder. If she was going to become anything, she would become the most terrifying illusory god furnace in the Imperial Ruins!
"Then I'm heading out." Weisheng Moran immediately rose and dressed, covering her exquisite curves. Here in the Guan Zizai Realm, her soft, quiet, serene figure nevertheless seemed to carry the shadow of a colossal beast that devoured the cosmos. Delicate beauty and terror were bound tightly together.
"In such a hurry?" Li Tianming asked, taken aback.
"Yes. I'm dying to go."
Weisheng Moran's reply was sweet and guileless.
It was the first time Li Tianming had seen her so impatient. Before, she had always taken her time.
Or perhaps Li Tianming had yet to understand her deepest nature. Any creature whose existence revolved around