You Held Back?

"Why do you keep making yourself sound so old? You're obviously just an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old kid." Wang Dong'er helplessly nudged his arm.

"Did I? I feel like I should be much older than you. After all, I may look eighteen or nineteen on the surface, but who knows? I might have several more zeros after that." Jiang Yuheng smiled as he pulled her into his arms.

Wang Dong'er rarely offered no rebuttal. She simply closed her eyes and quietly nestled against Jiang Yuheng's embrace.

"Let me sleep for a while. You're here watching over things, so there's nothing for me to worry about anyway."

Jiang Yuheng gently kissed her forehead. "With me here, you never need to worry."

Before long, the breathing in his arms gradually evened out, and Jiang Yuheng's gentle expression once again turned cold.

His eyes remained fixed on the battle between Huo Yuhao and Long Xiaoyao. Although the two had fought for only around ten minutes, the outcome had long since been decided.

After the first five minutes, Huo Yuhao had already gained complete control over the emotion of anger. As for Long Xiaoyao now, he was both furious and calm, like a balanced scale that could tip in either direction at any moment.

The reason the battle had not ended was something Jiang Yuheng had more or less guessed. Huo Yuhao was excited and wanted to use this opportunity to further familiarize himself with his abilities.

After all, ordinary people simply could not withstand the power of the God of Emotion, while ordinary Spirit Masters could not provide effective training.

Therefore, cherishing the present and seizing the opportunity, Huo Yuhao was undoubtedly doing this with extreme precision.

A minute later, something had clearly gone wrong with Long Xiaoyao's emotions. Even he himself could not