"So you understand me pretty well." Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Lu Yuan smiled faintly and spoke softly.
"With the personality of a little bastard like you, after all these years, how could I not know?" Bibi Dong rolled her eyes at Lu Yuan and replied flatly.
Lu Yuan smiled faintly. One arm wrapped around Bibi Dong's waist as he gently pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes meeting.
"But there's still one thing I can't figure out. Where are you, little bastard, going to get a soul ring over four hundred thousand years old?" Bibi Dong looked into Lu Yuan's eyes, a trace of confusion in her gaze.
Even hundred-thousand-year soul rings were exceedingly difficult to find, let alone ones more than four hundred thousand years old.
She did not believe Lu Yuan could simply conjure one up at will.
"That's a secret." Lu Yuan's eyes shifted as he spoke softly.
"What secret could you possibly not tell even me?" Bibi Dong asked.
Given the kind of relationship she had with this guy now, what could he still be hiding from her?
Bibi Dong felt slightly displeased.
"It's not that I can't tell you. Kiss me, and I'll tell you." Lu Yuan said with a mischievous grin.
"Get lost, little bastard. All you know is how to take advantage of me. I don't want to know anymore." Bibi Dong glared and spoke coolly.
"You woman, why is it so hard to get you to take the initiative just once?" Lu Yuan sighed helplessly.
Gently stroking Bibi Dong's long hair with his right hand, Lu Yuan asked, "Have you ever heard of a Bloodline Origin Ring?"
"Bloodline Origin Ring? What is that?" Bibi Dong asked in confusion.
"A Bloodline Origin Ring, as the name suggests, is a soul ring derived from