Several hours passed in the blink of an eye, and Tang Wutong had finally become completely obedient. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with resentment as she stared unblinkingly at Tang Ya on the other side, feeling terribly wronged.
Weren't we good sisters? How could you treat me like this?
The pink-haired girl lowered her head, busy with something unknown.
In the end, Youyou could no longer withstand Tang Wutong's pleading, hopeful expression. There was no other reason—Haji-Tong was simply making far too much commotion.
And practice had proven that this method could indeed achieve the effect she wanted.
Also, was it really okay to hold onto the Sea God's Trident? It seemed to have been flashing the whole time.
Tang Ya languidly nestled against Xiao Yi's chest, looking utterly content. She completely ignored Tang Wutong's resentful, aggrieved glances and paid them no heed at all.
Tang Wutong pouted miserably. A faint flush that refused to fade still lingered over her fair, delicate skin.
She quietly stepped forward and gently hugged one of Xiao Yi's arms, her soft body obediently leaning against him. She was sweet and charming, utterly dependent, like a little girl clinging to someone she trusted completely.
Xiao Yi's physical strength had long surpassed that of ordinary people. Among them all, aside from Gu Yuena, no one could withstand all of his firepower alone.
A Martial Soul was, after all, the foundation of a Soul Master's origin.
The Life Flame within Xiao Yi, combined with the life force accumulated from his long-term fusion with pure-blooded dragon Soul Beasts, was the finest treasure in the world for plant-type beings like Youyou.
Who knew how much time passed before the exhausted girl finally returned to Tang Ya's Martial Soul.
Youyou still felt somewhat reluctant to leave. Whether it was the novelty