"I don't want this fake. I want yours, Master."
Ling Luochеn glanced at the short rod in her hand, tossed it aside, then reached for the real thing.
"I'm still a child!"
Yang Hao sighed, then said seriously, "I advise you to stay calm. I don't want to fall in love with a woman right now. It would affect my rational judgment. If I really fell for you, you'd end up as a specimen."
"Do you want to be made into a specimen?"
Yang Hao gazed straight into the bright eyes before him. He was serious.
It wasn't that he was being prudish. He was only fifteen, after all. He could wait until he was an adult to think about this kind of thing.
There was nothing for it. Even Master Lu had said that a gentle beauty was a hero's grave. He didn't dare guarantee that he could resist, especially on this famously love-struck continent. He couldn't be sure there wasn't some kind of causal law at work.
The best thing was to avoid it altogether, at least until he came of age.
Besides, for the past few years he had been tempering his will with the Evil Fire extracted from Ma Xiaotao. The results had only improved after he developed the Myriad Calamity Heart Flame.
Until his will had been tempered to perfection, it was best to stay away from this sort of thing.
Once he reached Dong Tianbao's level, there'd be no need to worry.
The heat in Ling Luochеn's heart scattered in an instant, and the restlessness in her body quieted. A cold sweat broke out over her.
The young man hadn't shown any coldness or killing intent. He had only been serious—utterly serious, the kind of person who meant what he said.
"Bzz..."
A faint