"My martial soul is a dragon. Perhaps because it's rather powerful, you feel a little instinctive fear toward me."
Chen Ming glanced at Shui Bing'er. He reined in his dragon qi further, making himself look like an utterly ordinary person.
Only then did Shui Bing'er feel a little better.
"So a phoenix martial soul reacts this way to a dragon martial soul? But why didn't I feel this when I faced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon before? By all rights, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon should rank highest in quality among dragon martial souls."
Shui Bing'er's expression eased somewhat, but the doubts in her heart only grew.
"Take a look at this and see if you feel anything." Chen Ming took out a glass vial roughly the size of a fingernail and tossed it to Shui Bing'er.
Shui Bing'er carefully opened the cap. At once, the blue-and-red liquid inside the tiny vial released an aura that filled her with an overwhelming longing.
Instinctively, Shui Bing'er wanted to pour the blue-and-red liquid straight into her mouth. But just as she raised her hand, Chen Ming released a surge of dragon qi that suppressed her, forcibly restoring her reason.
"What exactly is this? How could it make me feel this way?"
Shui Bing'er could not understand the stirring in her heart. It was not as though she had never seen anything valuable before. She had even glimpsed a spirit bone from afar at an auction.
Yet even a spirit bone could not exert anything close to the terrifying pull of that tiny amount of blue-and-red blood in the vial.
Had her body not been suppressed to the point of immobility, she could not even guarantee that she could restrain its instincts, despite being prepared. Would she remain clearheaded yet lose control of