After hearing Fang Fan's words, Qian Renxue felt everything become clear.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, with one over ninety thousand years old as the minimum. It was a far loftier goal than she had imagined, yet coming from him, it somehow sounded perfectly reasonable.
She raised her violet eyes to Fang Fan's sharply defined profile. A faint but sincere smile touched her lips.
"Thank you. After the New Year, will you help me hunt a Soul Beast?"
"Of course."
Fang Fan nodded, his gaze settling on Qian Renxue.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, bathing her beautiful face in a soft silver glow. Golden hair cascaded to her waist, and her features looked as though the Angel God herself had sculpted them.
Her figure was no less striking than Zhu Zhuqing's: a slender waist, full curves, and rounded hips outlined by her pale-gold dress. In the moonlight, her delicate skin looked almost translucent.
She deserved her reputation as the most beautiful woman on Douluo Continent.
Qian Renxue noticed his gaze, but instead of hiding behind her usual cool distance, she simply let him look.
After a moment's silence, she sighed softly. A rare trace of uncertainty crossed her violet eyes.
"We're always trying to grow stronger, to become Titled Douluo, to become gods.
"If we only chase the result and follow the path others have walked, it feels as though we can already see the end of our lives.
"What is it all for?"
Fang Fan did not answer at once. He turned from her face to the cool moon outside the window.
After a moment, he spoke, his voice steady and deep in the night.
"Growing stronger is every soul master's dream. Becoming a Titled Douluo is most soul masters' dream, too. They want to live better—with