As the words fell.
Bibi Dong looked at Ye Qiu.
A faint blush tinged her delicate face.
The corners of her lips curled slightly, forming a playful arc.
She simply gazed quietly at Ye Qiu, as though everything in the world had ceased to matter at that moment, and only the person before her could stir her heart.
Ye Qiu met Bibi Dong's gaze, pursed his red lips, and savored the lingering taste she had left behind. He nodded gently.
"I'll remember that. I'll do what I'm supposed to do."
Bibi Dong broke into a radiant smile.
"That's good."
"Ye Qiu, I should go. The next time we meet, perhaps you'll already have reached the end of the Spirit Master path."
"Here's a little hint: your third trial is in the Far North."
The Far North?
Ye Qiu's expression turned strange.
Other than a few Fierce Beasts, there seemed to be nothing in the Far North worth paying attention to, right?
Could his third trial of Destruction be connected to Fierce Beasts?
Before Ye Qiu could think further, Bibi Dong handed him the Asura Divine Sword in her hand.
Ye Qiu obediently took it. The Asura Divine Sword felt heavy in his hand, and a force seemed to be trying to surge into his body.
At the same time.
The divine trial mark on Ye Qiu's forehead seemed to release a force that resisted the Asura Divine Sword while also flowing toward it, as though confirming something.
As he pondered.
The Asura Divine Sword in Bibi Dong's hand suddenly emitted wisps of blood-red power.
An unusual fluctuation spread outward.
A black vortex slowly appeared, as though it had torn space apart directly. Its interior was pitch-black and impossible to see through.
Ye Qiu temporarily ignored the energy within his body.