A young girl with a slender waist stared curiously at the dazed, blue-clad boy.
Mu Rong looked at her, forcing down the tumult of emotions churning in his heart.
"Ah... um..."
The girl's innocent, guileless face was filled with kindness. Her clear eyes seemed to contain not a trace of impurity.
Kill her and take her soul bone!
The thought came to Mu Rong almost instinctively.
A soul bone appeared once every ten thousand years. Soul Orb, in particular, was powerful enough to kill any soul master with a soul bone.
But...
Reason told him that he was in the human world.
He still didn't know if he could kill her without alerting anyone. Besides, she was a Titled Douluo—if she died, it would cause a huge commotion.
Was it a coincidence, or...
Most importantly, there was Tang San.
He was the child of fortune in this era. His birth had been shrouded in mystery.
If Mu Rong killed her, who knew what butterfly effect it might set off? Tang San would probably still be born, but where and when would remain a great unknown.
A child of fortune hidden in the shadows, with the ability to control the direction of events, was far more dangerous than a soul bone lying out in the open.
Forget it.
If he couldn't get the soul bone, that was his own bad luck.
Mu Rong stared deeply at the girl, then finally offered a cold warning.
"Miss Ah Yin, I suggest you get back to your world as soon as possible."
Ah Yin smiled, her expression pure and free of any malice.
"No. This world suits me very well. My lifelong wish has been to help people in need, and you need my help right now."
Mu Rong's expression turned strange.
Was she