The Ancient Demon Body

Yi Yun had indeed formed some theories about Luoyue's constitution, but at the time, he had only made a few inferences based on the aura from her hair. Now, however, he found it difficult to state them with certainty.

After pondering for a moment, Yi Yun looked at Luoyue and said, "I wonder if Miss Luoyue would allow me to examine your pulse?"

Luoyue nodded and extended her wrist.

Her fair skin was almost dazzling enough to make one's eyes swim. Yi Yun placed his fingers on her wrist and keenly noticed that the moment his fingers touched Luoyue's skin, her wrist trembled faintly of its own accord.

However, Yi Yun had no thoughts of that kind. His perception quickly sank into Luoyue's meridians, and his expression instantly became highly focused.

Time passed little by little. Yi Yun was almost completely immersed in his perception, while Luoyue was far less at ease. This was her first time having skin-to-skin contact with a man, and the contact had lasted so long that standing there without moving gradually made her feel awkward. Her face grew hot.

Yet seeing how focused Yi Yun was, she could not move at all, afraid of disturbing him.

Fortunately, everyone else—including her grandfather Nanxuan Jue and the masked old man Lian Yong—had their eyes fixed on Yi Yun, waiting for his answer.

"All right." Yi Yun released Luoyue's wrist.

"Sorry for the trouble, Miss Luoyue." Yi Yun nodded at her.

Luoyue gave a shy smile and gently shook her head.

"Fellow Daoist, did you discover anything?" Nanxuan Jue asked impatiently.

"When I first met Miss Luoyue, I sensed that her aura was somewhat unusual. Now I can confirm it. Miss Luoyue, do you know what was special about that drop of blood I gave you?" Yi Yun