Meanwhile, Long Bing's soul power had also broken through to level eighty.
Dawn on Sea God Island was quieter than elsewhere. A thin layer of mist floated over the lake, turning hazy white in the morning light, as though a veil had been spread across it. The island's trees grew more luxuriantly than those elsewhere, dewdrops clinging to their branches and leaves. Occasionally, a drop fell onto the stone path and shattered into a small, dark patch of moisture. Long Bing sat on the windowsill of a side hall in the Sea God Pavilion, swinging her legs outside. The morning breeze lifted her long hair, sending strands drifting behind her shoulders.
She had meditated all night. The soul power within her had surged like a river cleared of its obstructions, breaking through the seventh-ring bottleneck and pouring into the meridians of the eighth ring.
Level eighty.
She lowered her head to look at her hand. With her palm spread open, she felt soul power flowing beneath her skin, thicker and denser than before.
The threshold of a Soul Douluo.
She had finally broken through.
"Changkong!"
Wu Changkong had only just arrived when she crashed into his arms.
She had jumped down from the windowsill barefoot, leaving her unworn shoes on the floor beside the window. Like a white bird, she threw herself into his embrace, her forehead striking his chest and forcing him half a step backward until his back met the corridor wall. She rubbed her head back and forth against his chest, her hair brushing his chin. It carried the crisp scent of soapberry, mingled with the damp fragrance of grass and trees unique to Sea God Island.
"I've broken through. Now I'm strong enough to heal you, Changkong."
Her voice brimmed with delight. Muffled against his chest,