After holding Su Qianyou for a while, Su Qing finally let go.
The dark purple marks on Su Qianyou's body had already vanished from her arms. Some had even faded from her face. However, they had receded into spots, which arguably looked even more unsightly than before. Patches of fair, tender skin showed through where the marks had been, making her appearance all the more strange.
"Not bad. You've already reached the Eleventh Realm. To think you could cultivate this fast just by figuring it out on your own."
"I can't even imagine how great your Talent is." Su Qing released Su Qianyou. After ruffling her hair again, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration. "The aptitude of a Demon."
"You can't be judged by normal standards."
"I'm not a Demon," Su Qianyou retorted.
Su Qing laughed. "It's just a figure of speech."
"Besides, if you're a Demon, then what does that make me?"
"A Demon's brother? A greater Demon?"
"I'm not stupid. Why would I insult myself like that?"
