The connection came quickly and strangely.
It wasn't just Le Zhengyue who felt it. Wang Dong felt it too.
He looked at the wings on his back in puzzlement, then stared in surprise at the young man before him.
The young man had suddenly thrown himself onto him, which had already put Wang Dong off.
But now that he could feel the sincere, affectionate warmth between them, Wang Dong found himself unable to feel repelled.
He instinctively reached out and pulled Le Zhengyue to his feet.
As their palms touched, a soft yet close connection passed between them.
The connection, almost like one between blood relatives, made Wang Dong's body tremble slightly.
A hint of amusement flashed through Le Zhengyue's eyes as he watched the confusion on the handsome young man's face.
He had no interest in "bromance," of course.
But now that he knew the other person's true identity was a girl, he didn't mind maintaining a little ambiguity between them.
At that moment, though, as their fingers touched, Wang Dong's eyes were filled with bewilderment.
He could feel his Martial Soul connecting with the other person's Martial Soul, and their Soul Power was beginning to connect as well.
He could also feel the Dragon Power within his body, far surpassing Soul Power, connecting with the other person's strength.
He fixed his gaze on Le Zhengyue. A colossal, nine-colored dragon phantom appeared behind the other boy as well.
Feeling the pressure, even greater than that of his own Martial Soul, Wang Dong's eyes filled with astonishment.
"What kind of Martial Soul is that? Why does it make me feel so close to you? And why does it seem like a special Soul Power channel has formed between us?"
Wang Dong's voice carried a note of confusion.
Le Zhengyue didn't