Qian Renxue (2)

The moment those words came out, not only did Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpen, even Qian Renxue, hidden in the dark, covered her mouth in shock, her heart trembling beyond words. She knew his feelings, but she had never expected him to be able to go this far for her.

"Absurd!" Qian Daoliu barked, the aura around him rippling slightly. "The status of a Prince—is that something you can discard just because you say so? Blood ties bind you, responsibility rests on your shoulders. How can you sever them so easily? Words like these only make you seem rash!"

"It is not rashness, but a choice." Dai Chengfeng's gaze burned brightly. "How can one have everything both ways in this world? If I must choose between status and Xue Er, I choose Xue Er. Perhaps in Grand Elder's eyes, that is not mature or steady enough, but this is my truest feeling. As for responsibility... I have my own way of shouldering it. I do not necessarily need to be trapped within the Star Luo Imperial Palace. This continent is vast. Xue Er and I both have wings—where can we not soar?"

Qian Daoliu looked at him in silence, as if reassessing the young man before him. After a long while, he suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question. "Your Soul Power seems to be more than level fifty-three?"

Dai Chengfeng's heart stirred. He knew the aura he had revealed while resisting the pressure earlier had been noticed, so he did not hide it. "I had a chance breakthrough some days ago. I am now level fifty-five."

"Oh?" Qian Daoliu's brow lifted slightly. "Fifteen years old, level fifty-five. Such speed is no worse than Xue Er back then. Your Spirit is the White Tiger passed down through the Star Luo Imperial Family,