Ning Rongrong's large, watery eyes were already filled with countless pink bubbles.
She cupped her slightly flushed cheeks with both hands, her gaze glued to Ling Xuqing, unable to move away even the slightest bit.
"He's... he's so handsome!"
Ning Rongrong screamed wildly in her heart, her heart pounding nonstop.
She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen countless handsome young men, but the noble, aloof aura around the boy before her, like that of an immortal descended to the mortal world, was something she had never seen before!
I wonder what his name is? What Martial Soul does he have? How much Soul Power does he have? Ning Rongrong swallowed as she calculated inwardly. But he's so handsome, so he can't be too bad, right?
It's just... Ning Rongrong's gaze swept over Gu Yuena, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and Zhu Zhuqing beside Ling Xuqing. Her little lips pouted slightly. Those older sisters around him look so fierce, like they're guarding their food!
Hmph, no! I'm Miss Ning. The man I set my eyes on is mine, and no one is allowed to fight me for him! Ning Rongrong secretly clenched her little fist, a sly glint flashing through her eyes. At worst, I'll have Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone capture him and bring him back to the sect!
"Hehehe!"
Meanwhile, inside Ling Xuqing's sea of consciousness, the atmosphere was entirely different.
"I'm furious! I'm furious!" Xiao Wu stomped angrily inside the sea of consciousness, her pink fists clenched until they crackled. "Xuqing, look at that little girl in green! Her eyes are practically stuck to you! And those ones over there—those ones—they're all staring at you! I want out! I want to go out and beat them all up!"
"Exactly, Young Master.