Feng Ji's Drop of Blood

Feng Ji quietly watched his profile, watched the half of his face that seemed a little lost. She let out a soft breath. "That answer was a little unlike you... I thought you'd say that you would grow stronger too, and no matter who came, you'd beat them all into pig heads."

"That's right. The enemies are getting stronger, but so will we. Take you, Senior Sister—you might be a Way-Grasping Realm cultivator by then. With one furious roar: Nirvana Sword Dao Opening Form, No Friend or Foe! And then... there would be no then."

Feng Ji burst out laughing. "You really are something. Stop sweet-talking your senior sister. I think you'll definitely be stronger than me in the future."

Feng Ji still did not know that Lin Xiaosu's path had already reached its end.

At this moment, Lin Xiaosu naturally would not bring it up himself. With a great battle looming, they needed some confidence after all. It had to be admitted that Kun Cang's giants leaving Kun Cang was partly out of fear of Gu Jian Youchen, partly out of desire for the rewards from Lin Xiaosu's Formation Dao, and, to a great extent, out of confidence in him.

At this moment, confidence was more important than gold.

"It's late. Go to sleep," Lin Xiaosu said.

Sleep?

Feng Ji's heart stirred slightly.

Alone in a room with a man—and in the villagers' eyes, she was even his wife. There was only one bed in the room...

"You sleep on the bed. I'll meditate," Lin Xiaosu said. "Xiaoye and I used to sleep like this."

Feng Ji rolled her eyes at him. "Have I ever meddled in your private life? Do you need to pretend to be so pure in front of me?"

"This isn't pretending to be pure.