Negotiating with Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts

"Phew—"

After the Sea God left, Ye Qiu let out a long breath of stale air. He slowly opened his eyes, the frivolity from before gone from his gaze.

Shui Bing'er and the others watched helplessly as Ye Qiu's expression grew increasingly grave. They could not help but worry. Ning Rongrong hurriedly asked, "You damn liar, did something happen?"

"Yeah, Xiao Qiu, why did you talk with the Sea God for so long? Your complexion has gotten so awful too." Xiao Wu directly raised her hands, cupped Ye Qiu's face, and gently rubbed it.

Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and the others silently watched Ye Qiu, waiting for his answer.

Even Bo Saixi, who sat cross-legged within Sea God Hall, was extremely curious. What exactly had Lord Sea God said to Ye Qiu, and what had he said to Xiao Bai? Why did Xiao Bai look so conflicted, while Ye Qiu wore such a solemn expression? After Xiao Bai saw Ye Qiu open his eyes, she quietly vanished beneath the surface of the Ring Sea. She still needed to prepare herself mentally, lest she feel sick when Ye Qiu smeared it across her face—or worse, add a little of the Great White Shark King of the Devil Soul's special formula into the Ring Sea.

"It wouldn't be convenient for me to go into the details."

After pondering for a moment, Ye Qiu still did not tell Zhu Zhuqing and the girls the truth. Even during Martial Soul Possession, he could selectively block off this portion of his memories. Such pressure might become motivation, but it could also wear them down emotionally. Ye Qiu had always been something of a male chauvinist.

"In any case, we may have to become stronger twice as fast. The Sea God said your current strength is