Wang Dong'er: As the Young Master of Clear Sky Sect, I Actually Helped an Outsider Turn the Wife of Clear Sky Sect's Ancestor Against Them?

Xiao Wu lowered her head, unconsciously picking at the hem of her clothes with her fingers as the fallen leaves beneath her feet were ground to pieces.

Lu Jing's words weighed on her heart like a stone, but years of vigilance kept her from trusting him easily—especially someone from Spirit Hall.

A moment later, she suddenly looked up. A hint of stubbornness appeared on her tender little face, while an imperceptible tremor hid in her voice. "Even if what you said is true... why should I believe you?"

She took a deep breath and stared directly into Lu Jing's eyes. "You know better than I do what a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone mean to a Soul Master. How many Title Douluo would stop at nothing for such things? Why would you say you don't want them? What if... what if you're only tricking me into going with you, then attacking me once you take me somewhere secluded?"

The question came out fast and urgent, as though fear she had bottled up for a long time had finally found an outlet.

She knew better than anyone what this body of hers meant to Soul Masters—it was a shortcut to the pinnacle, a treasure countless people dreamed of.

No matter how nicely the youth before her spoke, she did not dare gamble with her life.

Lu Jing looked at her tightly drawn little face and suddenly laughed. His laughter rang especially clearly through the silent woods.

He stood up and dusted himself off, his tone somewhat casual. "If I wanted to make a move, would I need to waste so many words?"

He stepped forward twice and crouched before Xiao Wu. His gaze was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression. "From bringing you out of