But what truly shook her to the core went far beyond the scene before her.
Her gaze swept swiftly over Tang Qingye, sizing him up again and again as towering waves surged through her heart.
No Martial Soul had appeared on him, nor had even half a Soul Ring risen. When he killed that thousand-year Soul Beast just now, he had not even activated his Martial Soul!
Her body was still pressed tightly against his, their warmth mingling through their thin clothes. Being so close to him made her feel inexplicably ill at ease.
How was this possible? He had dealt with a thousand-year Soul Beast without using a Martial Soul or a Soul Ring. Which one of them was the Soul Beast?
We're all Soul Masters here. Why are you fishing with dynamite?!
As her body slowly sank, she hastily withdrew the palm resting against his chest. She squirmed slightly, a faint blush quietly spreading over her ears, and spoke very softly, her voice a little sweet and gentle. "You... put me down."
Tang Qingye's expression remained unruffled. At her words, he loosened the arm around her waist slightly, turned his wrist, and smoothly set her down on the ground.
The instant her feet touched solid ground, Wu Siduo swayed instinctively and hurriedly steadied herself. She had gone a little numb.
She took a moment to steady her breathing, then glanced aside. Only then did she notice the small figure being carried at his side.
When she saw that face clearly, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. Wasn't this that hammer-and-shield boy?
Tang Wulin looked up and greeted her. "Hi."
Wu Siduo froze briefly, her gaze moving between the two figures, one big and one small. Only then did realization dawn on her: they were brothers.
*But they