Qiu Wuji was deeply torn. She wanted to try, but did not dare.
Zhu Mengmeng was a mortal, and this was a battle between Profound Immortals. Without Qiu Wuji protecting her, even the slightest trace of their power brushing against Zhu Mengmeng would have been enough to kill her ten thousand times over.
Was she really going to let that lotus fire burn her as a test? If anything actually went wrong, there would not even be time to save her!
How could she test something like this?
Then the Heavenly Dao's majestic voice came from deep within the palace. "Go ahead and try. Daddy's here."
Qiu Wuji said, "...Go write your damn story!"
Despite her words, with the Heavenly Dao confidently backing her up, Qiu Wuji cautiously loosened a sliver of her defenses.
A wisp of lotus fire slipped quietly through Qiu Wuji's protection and burned against the little modern leather shoes peeking incongruously from beneath Zhu Mengmeng's emerald skirt.
With a thought from the Heavenly Dao, the Mystic Art temporarily lost its power.
But the life force it contained remained, winding around Zhu Mengmeng's feet with a certain intimacy. This time, she truly seemed to be standing on lotus blossoms, and even her little modern leather shoes no longer looked so jarring.
Zhu Mengmeng looked down, still puzzled.
It was more obvious this time. These flames really seemed to have some peculiar connection to her, a very intimate one at that. She could clearly sense their viciousness, their hostility that would burn everything to ash. But on the one hand, the Heavenly Dao suppressed them, and on the other, they seemed to be instinctively reining in their power, unwilling to hurt her body.
There was something else, too...
Some indistinct voice seemed to echo in her mind, a