Inside the dim stone chamber, after nearly ten hours of recuperation, Luo Zhen, Xiao Yan, Tang Wu, Zi Yan, and the others gradually recovered. Their injuries had all improved considerably.
The moment Luo Zhen stopped healing and opened his eyes, he sensed that something was off. He instinctively turned to look at me, and his soul jolted as an indescribable feeling rose within him.
"Why does this kid suddenly give me a... clean, pure, sacred feeling?"
Luo Zhen muttered softly, then quickly shook his head. With the way I was, even my heart was nearly black. How could I possibly be clean, pure, or sacred? It had to be an illusion!
The others in the stone chamber also gradually opened their eyes and looked toward me. Like Luo Zhen, they all felt that I had suddenly gained some indescribable quality, as though...
I was no longer the same as them.
Xiao Yan stared at me several times before saying uncertainly, "Nalan Ye, you... you seem a little different from before?"
I smiled faintly without mentioning that my soul had already broken through. There were too many people here, so it had to remain secret.
"Maybe I've gotten more handsome again? You should know that I'm only twenty-four this year. Boys take longer to mature; even at a hundred, I can keep getting more handsome."
Xiao Yan was speechless. How was this guy even more narcissistic than he was?
Tang Wu looked at my face, her beautiful eyes glimmering as she smiled dreamily. "It does feel like the Alliance Chief has become even better-looking than before."
My heart skipped a beat. Tang Wu looked young, and her skin was as smooth as that of a twenty-year-old maiden, but who knew whether she was three hundred or four hundred years old? Besides,