"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Margaret felt the fierce wind roar past her ears, and her heart jolted.
"Such incredible speed, the sound of the wind, the ravines flashing by—and yet it doesn't feel unbearable at all."
"That means his control over his power is incredible. Is Lei Mo really this strong now?"
Margaret marveled at Lei Mo's strength, and before she knew it, an unfamiliar feeling rose within her.
It left Margaret deeply unsettled. Her senses were too keen, and she couldn't explain where this gradually intensifying, almost fervent admiration came from, so she chalked it up to affection.
Her heart raced like a startled fawn, and her body grew softer and softer. If not for Lei Mo's Divine Domain, she would have fallen.
A few days later, a three-hundred-meter-tall hall stood in Bloodhoof City.
Standing on the steps before it, Lei Mo looked into the distance.
"This is Bloodhoof Temple. From now on, all the magic professionals in Bloodhoof City—and across the whole plateau—will serve here. You can start as a White-robed Priest!"
Lei Mo spoke gently to Margaret.
A few days had passed, and Margaret's gaze toward Lei Mo had grown increasingly strange. It was starting to leave him at a loss.
"What's going on?"
"The Transformation Rune can form a soul link, but not like this, can it? Why does she look more and more like Rachel?"
Lei Mo was just as baffled, even though he'd been coveting her body for ages—not just a day or two.
He'd entertained impure thoughts about her ever since they first met, several years ago.
"Margaret, there's another way to improve your cultivation speed. It's just that I don't know the Life Rune, and there are no experts who do among the thousands of gods in Bloodhoof City. So I can only inscribe Runes