Lin Xin had already made up his mind to quietly accompany his family through their brief span of soul-life.
The Yang family possessed only ordinary talent. Even with attribute enhancements and cultivation techniques, it was almost impossible for them to reach the level of changing the essence of their souls.
The lifespan of the flesh was limited, and so was the lifespan of the soul.
A few thousand extra years meant nothing to Lin Xin.
He had already experienced far too many partings of life and death.
Now, he looked at Ruan Rujun before him.
She had a delicate, obedient, lovely face; soft black bangs and long hair; a striking black shirt and white short skirt; slender legs sheathed in thin flesh-colored stockings.
"Have you decided?" Lin Xin reached out and gently rubbed Ruan Rujun's little head as though petting a kitten.
"If you follow me, you will gain much, but you will also lose much."
"I'm willing." Ruan Rujun's face reddened as if blood might drip from it. She lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
She had liked Brother Yang Shen since a long, long time ago. Back then, he had been gentle and approachable. No matter what happened, as long as Big Brother was by her side, she could gather her courage and keep moving forward.
Ever since she had first met Brother Yang in high school, whenever she encountered difficulties or setbacks, she could always see Brother Yang Shen appear at just the right time.
No matter when it was, Brother Shen had always been the most dependable, the one who made her feel safest.
Though he had now reached a terrifying level of power that she could not understand at all, that feeling—the feeling of boundless reassurance he gave her—had never