The Nine-Headed Sea Snake Race

"How is it?"

Tang Xuanxuan tilted up her little face, her lively, sly eyes staring unblinkingly at Lu Changsheng. The anticipation in their depths was almost spilling over, like a little fox waiting only for its master to nod—its belly full of wicked schemes, yet somehow impossible to dislike in the slightest.

Lu Changsheng did not answer at once. His gaze fell on that azure Haiming Pearl. Tides surged within the pearl, and the essence of water inside was so dense it had nearly condensed into substance. Faintly, one could even hear the vast, mighty sound of the boundless sea in full flood.

His Sea God Halberd was being repaired inside the Creation Devouring Heaven Cauldron. If he had this pearl's help, not only could it greatly shorten the repair time, it might even raise the halberd's body to another level and create some mysterious resonance with his own cultivation method. Besides... this was nothing more than a pretend act for the occasion, a temporary measure.

Almost subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at Murong Taxue beside him.

Murong Taxue's cool, clear eyes met his. On that stunningly beautiful face, unlike any woman of the mortal world, a faint trace of softness appeared, like the first thaw of ice and snow. She shook her head lightly, her voice like an icy spring striking stone, audible only to Lu Changsheng. "I have no objection."

She knew this was only acting, and it was not enough to make her jealous. It was just that deep in the eyes with which she looked toward Tang Xuanxuan, there remained a bit of innate coldness and distance, as though all things in the world found it hard to stir a ripple in the lake of her heart.

Lu Changsheng's heart settled. He reached out