Shui Bing'er fell silent for a moment.
The stirring from the depths of her soul when she had been backed into a corner on the arena surfaced in her mind once more, along with that gaze from the corner, carrying a strange rhythm.
And over the past few days, every time she had helped him sort through the chill within him, there had been that familiar sensation of his pure power quietly merging with her Soul Power...
"I don't know, Teacher." Shui Bing'er's voice was somewhat dry.
"When that power erupted, it felt as if I lost control of my body... but I felt... it was very 'close' to me, as though... as though it had always been a part of me, only forcibly awakened. And that sense of 'closeness'..."
She hesitated, then finally said in a low voice, "It feels like it shares the same origin as the chill that merges into my Soul Power whenever I touch Xiao Yu..."
Teacher Han Yu's heart sank sharply. The same origin! Hearing this conjecture spoken aloud by the person involved gave it an entirely different weight.
She looked toward the other side of the quiet room. Xiao Yu lay there silently, seemingly asleep, his breathing faint. Under the suppression of the ice jade bed, the chill around his shoulder had become somewhat steadier.
That handsome yet pale face now seemed filled with mystery and danger.
"Just who is he..." Teacher Han Yu murmured, her heart heavy with worry.
"Spirit Hall's spies are spread throughout the city. You caused such a huge commotion on the arena today, especially with your final display of power beyond the Soul Ancestor level. It will certainly draw their close attention. If Xiao Yu's identity is exposed..."
Shui Bing'er felt the crushing pressure as well. Saving Xiao