Ling Luocheng only felt as though something about Huo Yuhao was madly drawing her in.
But she had clearly examined him before—there was no Ultimate Ice on Huo Yuhao's body.
Ling Luocheng even had the absurd urge to go over and hug this young junior before her.
She wanted to feel the aura around him.
She even imagined being with him...
The moment that thought surfaced, Ling Luocheng was so ashamed she wanted to slap herself.
How embarrassing!
She viciously condemned herself inwardly. Ling Luocheng, Ling Luocheng, what exactly are you thinking?!
Have I really become this desperate?
No, I have to restrain myself!
Thus, she raised her head slightly and said with great reserve, "Ling Luocheng, Level 55 control-type Battle Soul King."
She appeared utterly aloof, but Huo Yuhao noticed a glistening bead of sweat forming on her fair chin.
Huo Yuhao blinked.
Though he did not know why, he felt that he should pretend not to have seen it.
So Huo Yuhao smiled and nodded at Ling Luocheng, replying, "Hello, Senior Sister."
When it came to the last person, Huo Yuhao and Ma Xiaotao simply stared at each other.
Ma Xiaotao stood with her arms crossed, having no intention of introducing herself.
There was simply no need.
Before leaving this morning, the two of them had still been doing "zero-distance" warm-up exercises in bed. They could not have been more familiar with each other.
Why pretend they were meeting for the first time now?
Huo Yuhao coughed dryly and took the initiative to reveal his details.
It was very concise.
"Huo Yuhao, control-type and assault-type Soul Ancestor, Level 40."
He did not mention his second martial soul.
But the words "Level 40" alone were enough to shock the people across from him.
Yao Haoxuan scratched the back of