Their foreheads rested lightly against each other, their body heat mingling, their breaths entwining.
Wei Su Yi slightly lifted her eyelids, her gaze circling Little Fear's face before she let out a soft laugh.
"Looks like you already knew about this 'seed'... When did you find out?"
Her warm breath brushed across Little Fear's face. He remained expressionless, merely noticing that the roots, stems, and leaves of the "seed" within his Form and Spirit Framework seemed to be accelerating their spread compared to before.
More importantly, Wei Su Yi had a similar structure within her own body.
The two were drawing each other in and interacting from afar. For now, though, the force of that interaction remained controllable and would not lead him astray.
He also had a feeling that he could use this "seed" to influence the one inside Wei Su Yi, changing its form or carrying out a deeper exchange.
No matter how he looked at it, it felt eerie and demonic, hardly a proper path.
Little Fear maintained the forehead-to-forehead posture with Wei Su Yi without deliberately adjusting himself. He merely raised his eyes to meet hers at Close Proximity.
"After reading so many doctrinal Classics, I should understand a few things."
Once Little Fear could glean the little gossip about the Blood Prison King, the gods, and Divine Sin from that vast sea of doctrinal Classics—ah, no, the Power Framework of Pitfall Fire Hell—finding a cultivation method with obvious defining traits was hardly difficult.
The "seed" implanted into Little Fear's Form and Spirit Framework earlier was, in fact, the extremely common Fire Seed of the Pitfall Fire Hell cultivation system.
It was a classic symbol on this path of cultivation, as well as a tangible result of it.
Once proper Pitfall Fire Hell cultivators learned how