Wang Dong'er: As the Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect, I Actually Helped Outsiders Win Over the Clear Sky Sect Ancestor's Wife?

Xiao Wu lowered her head, unconsciously picking at the hem of her clothes with her fingers as she ground the fallen leaves beneath her feet to pieces.

Lu Jing's words weighed on her heart like a stone, but years of vigilance kept her from trusting him so easily—especially someone from Spirit Hall.

After a moment, she suddenly raised her head. A trace of stubbornness showed on her youthful face, while an almost imperceptible tremor hid in her voice. "Even if what you said is true... why should I believe you?"

She took a deep breath, met Lu Jing's eyes, and said word by word, "You know better than I do what a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bone mean to soul masters. How many Titled Douluo have resorted to any means necessary for such things? Why would you say you don't want them? What if... what if you're just tricking me into going with you, then attacking me once you take me somewhere deserted?"

The questions came fast and urgent, as though fear that had built up for far too long had finally found an outlet.

She knew better than anyone what her body meant to soul masters—it was a shortcut to the pinnacle, a treasure countless people dreamed of.

No matter how nicely the boy before her spoke, she did not dare gamble on it. After all, one careless mistake would cost her life.

Lu Jing looked at her tense little face and suddenly laughed. His laughter rang especially clearly through the silent forest.

He stood up and dusted off his clothes, his tone somewhat casual. "Do you think that if I wanted to make a move, I'd need to waste so many words?"

He took two steps forward and crouched before Xiao Wu. His gaze was calm, yet