And the meridians through which these things flowed were connected to the directions in which those ropes were bound.
The ropes swayed gently, releasing waves of spiritual qi, while her meridians grew ever broader and more expansive.
Together with those bizarre movements.
They actually made the mingling of dragon qi much smoother. Even she could feel that this time, the speed at which their dragon qi mingled had increased far, far beyond before.
Could it be...
That the demon was right?
These absurd ropes and those wanton movements were all meant to make their dragon qi mingle?
But... but wasn't this far too ridiculous? How could such a thing exist in this world?
Disbelief filled her eyes. It felt like a dream, an illusion, even something false, and she still found it somewhat impossible to accept.
But she had to admit that as their dragon qi continuously mingled, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she actually became somewhat immersed in the sensation of her strength rising so rapidly.
Her soul kept slipping offline, her consciousness gradually growing hazy, as though the next moment she would fall completely into the abyss, never to break free again.
Just then, a cool sensation touched the center of her brow, and the feeling that had been constantly welling up like flames instantly vanished.
She gradually came back to her senses. Standing in the Great Hall, looking at the austere furnishings around her and the constantly flickering candlelight, she actually felt somewhat bereft, as though a little disappointed, a little lost.
When the demon waved his hand and was about to withdraw the ropes, she involuntarily reached out, seemingly wanting to snatch them back and bind herself with them again. Fortunately, she caught herself the next second.
She abruptly retreated several steps, realizing just what