The feeling was actually very strange, utterly at odds with reason.
Zuo Xiaoduo knew perfectly well that Zuo Xiaonian was far, far stronger than he was and did not need his protection at all. By comparison, against anything that could threaten Zuo Xiaonian, adding one Zuo Xiaoduo would be no more than an ant trying to shake a tree, a mantis raising its arms against a chariot. Yet this urge to protect her kept growing stronger, increasingly impossible to suppress.
Zuo Xiaonian eyed him sidelong, thinking, This fellow has probably suffered terribly under my oppression all these years. The way his ego has been swelling lately really makes him deserve a beating...
"You still haven't told me what you read in his face," Zuo Xiaonian said.
"This man is certainly no good." A vague suspicion stirred in Zuo Xiaoduo's mind. "Sister Nian Nian, you need to be careful of him from now on. Not just him, but his younger sister Meng Chenyu too."
Zuo Xiaonian spun around. "What do you mean?"
"This Meng Chentian poses a danger to you. Meng Chenyu might not bear you any ill will, but... her brother and her Lineage might not be the same..."
Zuo Xiaoduo spoke very vaguely. But he still mustered his courage and voiced even those hazy feelings.
Zuo Xiaonian stopped dead in her tracks.
She froze.
Words echoed in her mind.
Something He Yuanyue had said.
"As for the Phoenix Vein Soul Impact, there are only three candidates: you, Meng Chenyu, and Ning Qingcheng. Ning Qingcheng has a Ninety-Seven Star Soul. Although Meng Chenyu's is only ninety-five, she occupies the supreme number. But as things stand, you are the most likely."
Those words made Zuo Xiaonian freeze.
Meng Chenyu.
Meng Chentian.
The Meng Lineage.
The First Consortium.
Could it be...
Zuo