"Little Qing."
Ning Daoran raised his hand to grip the sword hilt. A thread of Dragon Vine Thorns extended outward, firmly locking Tian Zhao Monarch's Nascent Soul puppet in place.
At that moment, a cyan figure flew out from the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven—it was none other than the Nascent Soul Early Stage Evil Spirit, Little Qing.
"Eat it, don't waste it," Ning Daoran said indifferently.
"Yes, Master!"
Little Qing knelt on the ground, stuck out her tongue, and began licking the sword tip. Inch by inch, she slid to the Nascent Soul's position, and soon started to absorb the blood essence and divine soul essence within.
Yet her eyes still gazed upward at her master, filled with servitude and seduction.
"..."
True Monarch Du'e nearly dropped to his knees on the spot. Damn, Brother Ning really knew how to play!
