A small legend even began circulating within the team.
They said Na'er's level seemed as though she was deliberately keeping Chen Fan company.
Whenever Chen Fan advanced, she advanced with him.
Whenever Chen Fan did not, she obediently stayed where she was, not taking a single extra step.
Of course, whenever the teammates discussed this legend in private, they treated it as nothing more than a joke.
Everyone knew how absurd it was.
Controlling one's Soul Power Level at will?
Not even a Titled Douluo could do something like that!
Unless... Na'er was a god.
But who would believe that a god would disguise herself as an ordinary girl and stay by a Soul Ancestor's side, cultivating with him as though they were playing house?
Unable to make sense of it, everyone could only attribute it all to Na'er's terrifyingly immense talent.
No one dared to think any further.
At the victory banquet, cups clinked and wine flowed.
Yet Na'er's gaze never left Chen Fan.
Her purple eyes brimmed with tenderness and attachment, as though the entire world contained no one but the person before her.
She picked up a piece of snowy white fish with all the bones removed and carefully brought it to Chen Fan's lips.
"Fan, ah—"
Chen Fan was somewhat helpless, but under everyone's teasing gazes, he still Opened his mouth and ate it.
Na'er's eyes instantly curved into lovely Crescent Moons.
She had already secretly mapped out a little scheme in her heart.
Later, when Fan feeds me some food too, I'll pretend to accidentally get a fish bone stuck in my throat.
Then I can naturally act spoiled with him and make him care for me even more.
Na'er happily mulled it over, the smile on her face growing increasingly sweet.
But before she