The being within the pitch-black ancient ring remained as unmoved as an ancient well after hearing Jinghong's description.
"An Immortal Palace disciple was driven by the desires in her heart to compete for Lu Yang. It reminds me of a tragic case from ancient times."
"Was someone responsible for causing the embryonic form of the Seven Emotions Dao Fruit to run amok? Or could Lu Yang have countless ties to the Golden Cores of the harem, having become acquainted with an ancient figure who helped him condense those harem Golden Cores, thereby brewing the disaster we see today?"
"Since no Integrated Body Realm Cultivators have entered the fray to compete, it means those cultivators are too far above Lu Yang. They have no desire for him."
"Disciple, no matter how things develop, you must not enter the battle. This person is far more dangerous than you imagine."
"But Master, I—I like Lu Yang too!" Jinghong discovered that her heart was pounding. Whenever she thought of Lu Yang, an indescribable possessiveness welled up within her, making her want to claim him for herself.
Her master had indeed told her not to come into contact with Lu Yang, but she had heard many of Lu Yang's stories and held a trace of goodwill toward him. Under the influence of today's unknown change, that goodwill had expanded without limit, until she could no longer suppress her feelings!
A nasal hum came from within the pitch-black ancient ring. "Hmm? Then quickly enter the ancient ring's minor world. I'll suppress it for you..."
"Master, please allow your disciple to indulge herself just this once!"
"..." The being within the pitch-black ancient ring twitched at the corner of her eye.
"Junior Brother Lu Yang is mine!" Jinghong held a pair of daggers and forced her