Huo Yuhao muttered complaints about "special CG" and "cracked versions," along with a rapid-fire stream of modern jargon that echoed around the sealed room.
Bing Hanxue watched him without expression.
She barely understood those strange words.
But the boy before her, usually so confident and calculating, now clutched the corner of the quilt like a startled quail, huddled against the headboard.
The sight of him looking so vulnerable stirred something in her that had lain dormant for hundreds of thousands of years.
For the first time, a faint smile touched her lovely face, a face that ten thousand years of wind and snow had never softened.
The smile was slight but unmistakable, and openly amused.
"I remember you proposing a theory about reviving soul beasts when we were in the Far North."
She leaned forward slightly, her slender neck tracing an elegant curve beneath the light. A rare note of teasing entered her voice. "You told us atop the Great Snow Mountain that special soul beasts with bloodlines as exceptional as ours would have to abandon all that talk of a powerful being's pride if we wanted to break our limits and revive our kind."
"You said with absolute certainty that the best approach was to find a soul beast with extraordinary fortune and an equally powerful bloodline as a breeding partner."
"Through extensive mating and reproduction, we could pass on that peerless innate power without reservation. Only then could the Soul Beast Clan truly rise above its station and flourish."
Watching Huo Yuhao's eyes slowly glaze over, Bing Hanxue smiled a little wider. "I think you were right."
"And you, Huo Yuhao, are the only perfect mate I can find in this world who meets every condition."
Huh?
Huo Yuhao's mind went blank with a buzz.
His eye twitched