Luo Fan strode over to An Xiaoran.
An Xiaoran had already opened her eyes and was looking at him.
An indescribable glimmer now shone in those clear eyes.
It was divinity. Though still very faint, it was already there.
"Xiao Ran," Luo Fan asked softly, "did you get a Godhead Fragment?"
An Xiaoran nodded.
Luo Fan asked again, "What is your Godhead Authority?"
An Xiaoran hid nothing.
She raised her little hand, palm upward, and a gentle glow slowly emerged.
The light was warm and pure, soothing just to look at.
"Gabriel," she said softly. "My godhead comes from Gabriel."
Something stirred in Luo Fan's mind.
Gabriel?
Wasn't that the legendary archangel? The great angel from mythology?
An Xiaoran continued, "The authority's ability is very simple: love!"
"Love?"
Luo Fan froze for a moment.
This reminded Luo Fan that the requirement for An Xiaoran's advancement to a professional sequence had also been love!
But what had happened in the end? An Xiaoran had given and sacrificed herself out of love for him!
This authority was love too?
An Xiaoran nodded. "As long as others love me, whether it's fondness, doting, affection... any of those will do. The more love I receive, and the higher its quality, the stronger my abilities become."
Hearing this, Luo Fan understood!
It seemed the two situations were different. Last time, it had been giving for love, while this time, it was receiving love?
Love?
It sounded a little abstract, but on closer thought, it did seem to suit An Xiaoran very well.
He knew An Xiaoran all too well.
This little girl was practically everyone's darling in the Hope Convoy.
Niu Dagang, that big, honest fellow, gave her a goofy smile every time he saw her; Lin Feifei always liked to coax her into talking;