"I..."
Liu Erlong stood frozen in place, the flames around her weakening considerably.
But when she remembered the hatred and anguish in Yu Xiaogang's eyes as he looked at her, it felt as though a knife were carving into her heart.
Her voice pleading, Liu Erlong looked at Chen Yang with desperation written all over her face.
"I admit it was all my fault! Please, give Xiaogang his martial soul back, all right? He really can't live without it. If he loses his martial soul, his whole life will be ruined. He won't be able to go on living!"
Chen Yang watched her desperate pleas coldly, feigning a look of bitter disappointment as he said flatly:
"What does that have to do with me? The exclusive Soul Guide Ball I deliberately left for you was an opportunity meant for you.
"But you casually handed it to another man, wasting my good intentions. And now you've come running back to beg me?"
Hearing this, the last shred of confidence in Liu Erlong's heart vanished completely.
She silently withdrew the fire dragon martial soul surrounding her, its crimson soul power fading away entirely. All her vitality collapsed, leaving her looking dejected and forlorn.
She slowly approached Chen Yang, step by step, setting aside all her pride and dignity. Her voice was utterly humble.
"What exactly will it take for you to return Xiaogang's martial soul? Whatever your conditions are, I'll agree. I'm willing to do anything."
Watching Liu Erlong bow her head in complete surrender, Chen Yang's lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.
"Any conditions at all? You really are devoted to Yu Xiaogang."
Chen Yang gazed calmly at Liu Erlong, gently lifting her chin with one hand while slipping the other behind her back, drawing her dazed, desolate figure toward