Ning Tian covered her red lips. Crystalline tears shimmered in her azure eyes like ripples spreading across a clear spring. Her delicate, rounded shoulders trembled as tears silently traced down her face, sparkling and translucent.
She gazed dazedly at the figure before her. His features were clean and gentle, as though they held the last sunlight of late spring. His bright golden eyes shone like morning stars, and the smile deep within them seemed to gather all the beauty in the world.
Ling Bai had descended like a god and defeated everyone, yet he had personally admitted defeat to her. What Ning Tian cared about was not the soul bone, but the feeling of being favored by Ling Bai.
It felt as though Cupid had fired an Italian cannon at her, blasting her so thoroughly senseless that she raised both hands in surrender.
"Bai Ge, I..."
Ning Tian's red lips parted slightly as if she were about to say something, but Ling Bai understood her too well. He raised a finger to her lips and said with a light smile,
"Xiao Tian, I've seen your mood and your actions lately. I understand what you want to do, too. The Medusa Skull has a fixed soul skill, and Medusa's Gaze will definitely become an excellent aid on the road ahead.
"Besides, I've already given it to you, and so many people are watching. Don't make me lose face."
"Mm!"
Ning Tian nodded heavily, solemnly swearing in her heart that she would not disappoint Ling Bai.
For ten thousand years, every generation of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect had sent direct descendants to study at Shrek Academy, so they had figured out some of Shrek Academy's patterns.
The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament was held once every five