"My choice really was right!"
At this moment, Ling Pianran suddenly felt rather proud of the decision she had made back then. If not for that, how could there be today?
Time flew by. A full half hour had passed outside, yet Lin Xuan was still pouring out power like a perpetual-motion machine.
What pained Lin Xuan was that the cultivation time in the Soul Suppressing Pagoda had dropped at a terrifying rate, already nearing two hundred million years.
"Damn it, you dead cauldron, you can really eat!"
Lin Xuan somewhat regretted showing off earlier, but for the sake of a man's dignity, he still gritted his teeth and held on.
Finally, after consuming a full two hundred million years, when only 612 million years of cultivation time remained in the Soul Suppressing Pagoda, the Pure Yang Creation Cauldron abruptly contracted, and that aged voice came again.
"Enough, enough, young man. This old man is completely full."
Lin Xuan immediately cut off his output of power, then tossed it to Ling Pianran with a dark expression.
"Senior, don't say things that make people misunderstand."
"Hahaha..." Ling Pianran laughed without the slightest regard for her image. "Junior Brother, I apologize for my earlier slip of the tongue."
As she spoke, Ling Pianran's expression turned solemn, and she gave Lin Xuan a respectful bow. "This time, thank you, Junior Brother, for seeing this through. If Junior Brother ever has need of me in the future..."
"Stop!"
Lin Xuan waved his hand, cutting her off. "Enough. Hurry up and leave!"
"Don't be like that, Junior Brother!" Ling Pianran smiled sweetly.
"What else do you want?" Lin Xuan took a huge step back.
"What are you afraid of, Junior Brother? It's not like I'm going to eat you."
Ling Pianran approached with a smile.