The door slammed shut with a bang.
Ling Luochеn's frantic, disheveled footsteps quickly faded down the empty corridor outside.
Standing in the entryway, Huo Yuhao rubbed his slightly throbbing brow, unable to stop a helpless, amused smile from forming at the corner of his lips.
This Snow Princess, who was usually as aloof as ten-thousand-year ice, had an incredibly peculiar way of thinking.
He had clearly only intended to use her for an academic experiment involving extreme-attribute-induced evolution. How had he suddenly been branded a lecher?
And most absurd of all, what had that expression of hers been just now, closing her eyes as if waiting for him to do as he pleased?
The thoughts of young ladies from prominent families these days were far too dangerous.
Huo Yuhao shook his head helplessly and casually locked the door behind him.
He turned and returned to the sofa, his gaze falling once more upon the open jade box on the coffee table.
The sixty-thousand-year Ice Jade Scorpion's Left Arm Bone lay quietly upon its padding, radiating a biting, bone-chilling cold.
Huo Yuhao reached out and picked up the translucent Soul Bone.
It was icy to the touch, as though he were holding a block of eternal ice.
Under the glow of the Soul Tool lamp overhead, fine, intricate, strange patterns emerged across the surface of the Soul Bone.
They were layers of profound Soul Power circuits, deeply etched into the bone's inner structure, faintly gleaming as they flowed.
Huo Yuhao activated his Spirit Eyes. A faint glimmer flashed in his ice-blue eyes as he focused and examined it carefully.
A moment later, a strange light flashed through his eyes.
He suddenly discovered that, with his current store of knowledge and perceptive ability, understanding these profound and complex Soul Power patterns was