Why wouldn't he eat? Guai Guai was still advancing, and Qiao Ranran didn't eat much. If he didn't eat, wouldn't that just leave everything for the brat in front of him?
Heavenly Lightning struck bolt after bolt. Pei Ling's expression remained calm, but Qiao Ranran felt a pang of emotion. The memory of being struck by lightning was still fresh, and her years soaking in the Thunderlight Pool were vivid in her mind. Even now, sensing the Tribulation Lightning before her, she felt a lingering fear.
Nan Xun had also weathered Tribulation Lightning, though Qiao Ranran hadn't been at the Profound Heart Sect then.
When his Demon Bone was reborn and he shed his old form to become a pure member of the Demon Race, the spectacle had been just as overwhelming—even more brutal and cold. He had faced it alone. Master Tianyuan had said there were too many distractions in his heart; even within the Profound Heart Sect, he felt no sense of belonging. When the Tribulation Lightning came, he could have sought his master's protection, but in the end, he chose to face it alone.
His master's protection could put him at ease and keep him safe, but it couldn't make him stronger.
He had fallen far behind Qiao Ranran and was no match for Pei Ling either. He could only use the advantage of his Bloodline to grow faster. He was determined to obtain the Demon Race Sacred Relic.
Nan Xun lowered his eyes, quiet and obedient.
Then a plate piled with sliced meat appeared before him. The slices had just finished roasting and were still sizzling with oil. Qiao Ranran's special seasoning was scattered evenly over them, mingling with the meat's own flavor to send up a mouthwatering aroma.
Nan Xun felt as though the heat