Liu Erlong lowered her head and looked at the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower in her hands.
She could clearly sense the immense energy contained within it. Its scorching aura made her Fire Dragon Martial Soul hum joyfully, even stirring an urgent impulse that urged her to absorb it at once.
She was indeed tempted.
But she forcibly suppressed the urge to absorb it immediately and raised her head to look at Qin Jiuxiao, a hint of complicated emotion in her gaze.
"Jiuxiao, little brother, you're really giving your big sister such a precious immortal herb? Aren't you afraid I'll run off after absorbing it?"
Her words were half jest, half truth, partly a test and partly sincere.
After all, this was an immortal herb, something even Titled Douluos would covet.
Qin Jiuxiao had handed it to her so casually that it all felt a little unreal.
At her words, Qin Jiuxiao shook his head without a care. A teasing smile curled his lips. "You can run for a while, but you can't run forever."
"If you really do run off, Erlong, you'll be in for a world of suffering the next time I catch you."
His words sounded like a joke, yet carried a teasing edge.
The tips of Liu Erlong's ears reddened slightly. It felt as though something had scratched at her heart, leaving it tingling.
She took a deep breath, as though making up her mind, and nodded solemnly. "Since you've put it that way, Jiuxiao, it would be terribly affected of me to keep being coy."
She raised her right hand, her expression earnest. "I, Liu Erlong, swear on my Martial Soul: from this day forward, I am yours in life, and your ghost in death!"
Liu Erlong had always been straightforward. Now that Qin Jiuxiao had chosen