Xue Wu turned back to glance at Ye Lingling.
Ye Lingling was still seated deep inside the tent, but she had already raised her head. Her gaze passed through the lifted flap and landed on the two distant streaks of light constantly clashing.
Her fingers unconsciously clenched the fabric over her knees, her knuckles turning white. In her pupils were reflected the flickering golden and emerald lights in the distance.
She had always known Gu Linyuan was powerful—so powerful that he exceeded the bounds of her understanding.
But only at this moment did she truly realize it.
Just how powerful was this man?!
And that dark golden light had not retreated a single step.
Shui Bing'er turned back to look at Ye Lingling, her expression complicated.
"...Brother Linyuan isn't... a Title Douluo, is he?"
She voiced the question everyone was thinking.
The tent fell silent for a moment.
Only the distant roars continued, one after another, like an enormous drum being struck repeatedly against everyone's hearts.
"Linyuan's cultivation is indeed that of a Soul Ancestor. He didn't lie to you. But his combat strength should be close to, or may have reached, the standard of a Title Douluo."
Ye Lingling stuck out her little tongue and revealed a sweet smile.
There was a trace of pride in that smile that others could not understand, along with a faint, almost imperceptible worry.
In an instant.
The tent sank into dead silence.
Wind and snow howled outside, while the dull booms in the distance continued one after another.
Yet everyone in the tent seemed to have been frozen in place. Even their breathing slowed by half a beat.
Shui Bing'er's eyes widened round, and her lips moved, but no sound came out.
She mulled over Ye Lingling's words again and again,