Tang Wutong's delicate body suddenly trembled.
Almost by reflex, she jerked her head up, the grievance in her eyes swiftly replaced by panic.
Genuine fear rose from the depths of her heart.
She quickly adjusted her posture, bending her back slightly and lowering her head even further. Her hands were placed properly before her, and even her breathing softened.
At the same time, through the mark, Lu Jun heard a violent, chaotic surge of thoughts within her:
(Why is this person like this... I did everything he said, and he's still being mean to me... He already planted the mark, yet he's still guarding against me...)
(Wait! This mark seems able to sense my thoughts? Does that mean he knows what I was just thinking?)
(No, no! I can't think anymore! Stop, quickly!)
(Aah, aah, aah! Tang Wutong, are you an idiot?! Stop thinking! Stop!)
Her inner monologue abruptly cut off, turning into a blank void she was forcibly maintaining, leaving behind only faint ripples of frustration and fear.
Feeling this nearly hysterical inner drama, the corner of Lu Jun's mouth twitched uncontrollably again.
Forget it.
He shook his head inwardly.
At the very least, her troublesome princess syndrome and her habit of seeming obedient while inwardly defiant appeared to have been temporarily cured.
He stopped dwelling on it and extended a hand, palm up. His tone became flat and businesslike.
"The Sea God Divine Position Tang San left you. Hand it over. Now."
Tang Wutong seemed to freeze for a moment before obediently nodding.
"Oh."
She raised her hand, light flowing across her palm. A brilliant azure orb slowly condensed there, containing the vast aura of the ocean and sacred majesty. In the end, it transformed into a palm-sized, crystal-clear blue crystal resting quietly in her hand.
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