Chen Menglin quietly observed the scene before him, his thoughts surging as though he had caught some subtle hint.
He gazed at Zhan Ruoxi's face, now bearing a trace of "life," and silently sighed. So that's how it is.
At that moment, he finally understood Han Yiyu's intentions.
If Zhan Ruoxi won this contest, the ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow would naturally belong to them. There was nothing more to say.
If Zhan Ruoxi lost, however, her reaction would fall into one of two possibilities.
First, she might become even colder, turning still further into an "ice person," and thereby push her Cultivation Level in the Unadorned Art of Calming the Sea and Waves toward new heights even faster.
Second, she might "awaken" ahead of time, as she had now, taking Xiao Yi as her psychological anchor and beginning to regain her humanity.
She would break free of her former dull, lifeless existence and enter an entirely new realm of cultivating her heart.
Each possibility had its advantages and disadvantages. One offered faster cultivation but greater danger. The other brought little immediate improvement in her Cultivation Level, but awakening early would make the later trial of tempering her heart easier to overcome.
For Han Yiyu, either outcome was acceptable, so long as Zhan Ruoxi was not consumed by the flames of desire that gathered all the world's passions and cravings, as in Qingqiu Forest, or suffered mental contamination that sent her Cultivation Level out of control.
In this game, she could not lose.
As things stood, for instance, not just anyone could become a psychological anchor for the Unadorned Art of Calming the Sea and Waves.
As for the trembling of Zhan Ruoxi's soul under Xiao Yi's Nine Yin Soul-Shifting Technique, that amounted to no more than a trial of the