A faint smile rested on Ling Yuan's face, and a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. She looked very happy.
"Miss."
Ling Yuan respectfully bowed to Ye Xi.
"Ling Yuan, did something make you happy?"
"You seem quite happy."
Seeing Ling Yuan's expression, curiosity appeared in Ye Xi's eyes.
"Yes, there is indeed something worth celebrating."
"Just now, my Soul Power broke through level ninety-five, and I officially entered level ninety-six."
As Ling Yuan spoke, red Soul Power appeared in her hand. Having reached level ninety-six as a Peak Douluo, she could clearly feel just how great the gap was between level ninety-five and level ninety-six Soul Power.
"Ling Yuan, then congratulations are in order."
"Once we return to Spirit City, you can enter the Worship Hall and become its eighth Offering."
Ye Xi smiled and spoke sincerely.
Hearing this, Ling Yuan's expression did not change, but she gradually lowered herself into a crouch, quietly gazing into Ye Xi's eyes.
"Miss, I once said that I was willing to die for you."
"So I will not enter the Worship Hall and become the so-called eighth Offering."
"When the time comes, I will explain it to the First Offering and remain by your side to protect you."
Ling Yuan's voice was solemn, and her eyes were filled with resolve.
Hearing Ling Yuan's words, Ye Xi froze for a moment, but quickly recovered. With a soft smile, she reached out and helped Ling Yuan up.
"Ling Yuan, I originally had something I wanted to ask you, but now that your Soul Power has broken through to level ninety-six, I don't think I need to ask anymore."
As Ye Xi spoke, she walked toward the hall.
"What is it?"
"Miss, you may as well tell me first."
Ling Yuan followed Ye Xi