Her soul power level leaped straight from ten to eighteen.
"Level eighteen..." Hu Liena murmured, a flicker of delighted surprise crossing her eyes.
With a little more cultivation, she would soon return to level twenty and absorb her second spirit ring.
She closed her eyes and sensed her newly acquired soul skill.
Foxfire.
A ball of ghostly blue flame appeared in her palm. It gave off little heat, but possessed a strange, clinging quality.
With a thought, she sent the flame streaking out like a beam of light, striking a stone brick in the corner.
The flame clung to the brick's surface and burned soundlessly for several breaths before slowly dying out.
It left a scorched black patch on the brick, with fine cracks around the edges.
A ranged attack. Foxfire also seemed to possess some special effect. She vaguely sensed that the flames could not only burn flesh, but also eat away at soul power.
Hu Liena looked at her palm, the corners of her lips slowly rising.
She turned to look at Xiao Yun.
Xiao Yun leaned against the wall with his arms folded. His face showed a trace of exhaustion, but his eyes held satisfaction.
He was just about to say something when Hu Liena threw herself at him.
She jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, cupped his face in both hands, and kissed him hard.
Xiao Yun froze for a moment.
Hu Liena's kiss was fierce and clumsy, driven by an impulse she had suppressed for far too long.
Her lips pressed against his, rubbing insistently, while her tongue clumsily tried to pry his teeth apart.
Her body pressed tightly against him, her chest rising and falling, her heart pounding like a war drum.
Xiao Yun hesitated for only an instant before