Within the tribe...
Xiao Yun stared at Luo Zheng with a complicated look in her eyes, a trace of self-deprecation showing on her face. "Congratulations. In less than a month, you've actually cultivated to this level..."
Because of the five hundred Bloodline Desolate Bones Luo Zheng had given her, Xiao Yun's cultivation had also advanced by leaps and bounds during this period.
However, Xiao Yun's utilization of the Desolate Bones was far inferior to Luo Zheng's. Her absorption of five hundred Desolate Bones was roughly equivalent to Luo Zheng absorbing only one hundred and sixty or seventy.
Xiao Yun could currently transform into a figure just over twenty zhang tall, while Luo Zheng had already transformed into a sixty-zhang-tall Desolate God, leaving her far behind.
With such a growth rate, it would have been a lie to say she wasn't jealous.
"It was just good luck. Without that Bloodline Desolate Bone, I couldn't have cultivated so quickly either," Luo Zheng said with a faint smile.
"You're being modest. Luck is also a kind of strength." As Xiao Yun spoke, a look of resolve flashed in her eyes. Then she asked, "Before you leave, may I ask you for one thing?"
Luo Zheng looked at Xiao Yun's face and asked noncommittally, "What is it?"
He knew that Xiao Yun and Fu Chu might have unusual origins, but he didn't have much time to concern himself with other people now.
"Can you agree first?" A sly glint flickered across Xiao Yun's face.
"No," Luo Zheng rejected her without a moment's thought.
Xiao Yun pursed her lips. She had probably expected Luo Zheng to answer that way, and only then said, "But for you, this is an enormous opportunity. It might even help you escape the Judgment Light."
"The Judgment Light? What is