Zhu Zhuqing, Hu Liena, and Bo Saixi had all entered meditative states. Lu Yuan glanced over them one by one before finally settling his gaze on Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong blinked her ice-blue eyes and stared straight at him, her jade-like pretty face filled with a pitiful expression.
"Xiao Yuan!" Ning Rongrong tugged on Lu Yuan's sleeve and called softly.
Her voice was gentle yet tinged with a touch of plaintiveness, while her watery eyes held traces of longing.
"Don't look at me like that. Who told you to still be in the Demigod Realm? If you were in the Pseudo-God Realm, I'd have let you inherit a godhood too."
Seeing Ning Rongrong's pitiful expression, Lu Yuan could not help chuckling softly.
The gap between the peak of the Pseudo-God Realm and the Pseudo-God Realm itself was not great. A Pseudo-God Realm cultivator could already inherit a godhood. However, the gap between the Demigod Realm and the Pseudo-God Realm was rather large. Inheriting a godhood now would affect Ning Rongrong's potential after becoming a god.
Naturally, Lu Yuan would not do such a thing.
"Wait a little longer. Once you break through to the Pseudo-God Realm, I'll give you a godhood."
Lu Yuan raised his right hand and gently pinched Ning Rongrong's cheek as he spoke tenderly.
Ning Rongrong's face was smooth, soft, and springy, full of collagen. It felt so wonderful that Lu Yuan could not bear to let go.
"When am I supposed to wait until? Hmph, I can't wait." Ning Rongrong gave a coquettish snort and threw herself into Lu Yuan's arms, wrapping both hands around his neck as her tender red lips pressed directly against his.
Their lips met, filled with soft, fragrant warmth.
Lu Yuan pulled away and looked at Ning Rongrong helplessly. "Rongrong, this