But when he tried to sense it more carefully, he could no longer grasp it.
Had it been some illusion brought on by excessive exhaustion?
"An illusion..."
Because of their earlier contact and eye contact, a faint blush still lingered on Fang Ling's face.
But that was not the point. Xiao Wu was adorable too; he was not the kind of man who could not walk straight at the sight of a beautiful woman.
The key was the stirrings of his Martial Soul.
As a Soul Master, anything related to a Martial Soul was no small matter.
At the same time, there was another fact he had to consider.
As the second daughter of the Spirit Cat Grand Duke of Star Luo and the fiancée of Third Prince Dai Mubai, her status was exceptionally noble.
Would she casually approach a strange man like him, touch him with her hand, and blush so easily after making eye contact?
"What if it's because I'm handsome?"
Fang Ling could not help touching his cheek.
Blood had seeped from his nose and mouth, leaving scabs all over his face. It felt terribly rough to the touch.
Fine. There was no "what if."
He knew exactly what he looked like.
He was nothing like an immortal exiled to the mortal world, graceful and extraordinary.
Instead, blood and grime were smeared across his face. Like a lame stray dog with soaked fur, he looked utterly miserable.
So the key lay in their Martial Souls.
Fang Ling had sensed the stirrings of his Martial Soul. He believed Zhu Zhuqing must have felt them too; otherwise, there was no way to explain it.
After all, Martial Souls capable of fusing were special in this world.
But how was that possible?
Fang Ling was greatly astonished.
My Martial Soul