Fan Tian laughed.
Yun Yun's cultivation talent naturally could not compare to Gu Xun'er or Zi Yan, and even when placed beside Cao Ying and Dan Chen, she was not on the same tier.
Xiao Yi Xian bore the Woeful Poison Body, Medusa had evolved into the top-tier Magical Beast known as the Colorful Heaven-Swallowing Python, and even Qing Lin had those Triple Jade-Green Snake Flower Pupils to rely on.
In this realm of the Dou Qi Continent, if one lacked foundational talent and possessed only beauty, they would ultimately not walk far-Ya Fei was a prime example.
Yet talent was talent, and some people's moral backbone was naturally carved into their very bones. Yun Yun's appearance and temperament were not peerless across the world, yet she possessed a natural gentleness and composure: willing to make sacrifices, mindful of the overall situation, sensible, harboring resilience within her forbearance, and revealing maturity amidst her shyness. That kind of moving quality, like deep water running still, was all the more bone-corroding.
Fan Tian, a peak Dou Zong, had a mind like iron and should not have been easily shaken, yet the high-tier Magical Beast within him fell just a fraction short, trembling slightly before this intangible softness and then collapsing entirely.
A faint flush bloomed across Yun Yun's face, and she let out a secret sigh of relief as she looked at the exhausted Fan Tian.
Though she was a Dou Emperor, this sort of matter was ultimately a first for her and truly unbearable to endure.
Yet Fan Tian was right in the prime of his youthful vigor, recovering in mere moments with a well-built physique, well-defined lines, and a body radiating a scorching aura.
Yun Yun drew in a sharp breath as she watched the instantly vibrant Fan Tian, the