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Mo Bai, however, seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere and the killing intent. He even leisurely walked back to his seat, sat down, and poured himself another cup of wine.
"Who am I? Someone who is very interested in your game, and... in you." Mo Bai swirled the wine in his cup, looking at the amber liquid. His tone was as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather. "Don't worry, I have no interest in exposing you. To be honest, watching the high-and-mighty Seraphim descendant pretending to be a man, walking on thin ice in this power struggle... it's quite interesting."
Qian Renxue's face turned pale and then flushed; her knuckles turned white from the force of her grip. Shame, anger, killing intent, and a trace of fear she didn't want to admit—he had so easily seen through her greatest secret! How was this possible? Even a Titled Douluo shouldn't be able to perceive the Seraphim bloodline perfectly hidden by the God-trial aura and a special soul bone!
"However," Mo Bai changed his tone, looking up at Qian Renxue with an almost scrutinizing and playful gaze, "aren't you tired of this life of hiding? The young lady of Spirit Hall, the successor of the Angel God, yet here you are, acting submissively toward the Heaven Dou Emperor and those nobles, even hiding your true gender and face... why not change your way of life?"
He set down the wine cup and leaned forward, his voice taking on a seductive low pitch. "How about following me? What I can give you is not necessarily less than what Spirit Hall or that illusory God-trial can offer. At least, with me, you don't have to pretend. You can be Qian Renxue again."
"Presumptuous!" Qian Renxue could no longer suppress her rage. She gave a low shout, the gold light in her hand flaring as a sacred and majestic shockwave swept toward Mo Bai. This blow was launched in fury, powerful enough to heavily injure a normal Soul Douluo.
Liu Erlong's face changed as her fire soul power was about to erupt.
But Mo Bai simply raised his hand slightly.
No soul power fluctuation, no soul rings appearing, not even a redundant movement. But the incoming sacred shockwave, upon reaching three feet from Mo Bai, hit an invisible wall and vanished without a sound.
Qian Renxue's pupils constricted. While she hadn't used her full strength, she had used Angelic soul power—yet it was neutralized so casually? This wasn't just a gap in strength; the way he neutralized it was bafflingly eerie.
"You see," Mo Bai spread his hands, his tone still relaxed, "I have no ill will, just a suggestion. Of course, you can refuse and continue your game. Only..." he stood up and straightened his robes, "remember my words today. When you grow tired of all this, or find that the path of the God-trial is a dead end and you need true power, come find me."
He walked up to Qian Renxue, standing very close—so close he could see the suppressed shock and anger in her eyes, as well as an indescribable complexity. Mo Bai was slightly taller than the disguised "Xue Qinghe." He looked down slightly, his gaze carrying a nearly predatory scrutiny, sliding from her eyes to her pressed lips, and then to her chest, which was slightly heaving with anger (despite being bound and disguised).
"Additionally," Mo Bai's voice dropped even lower, carrying a hint of teasing, "you probably look much more beautiful in women's clothing than in this skin."
With that, he didn't linger. He signaled to Liu Erlong, turned, and walked out of the pavilion. Liu Erlong followed immediately, alertly watching for any movement from the hidden guards.
Qian Renxue stood frozen on the spot. The gold light in her hand had long vanished, but her knuckles remained white. She watched the retreating backs of Mo Bai and Liu Erlong, her chest heaving as a storm raged in her heart.
Humiliation! Pure humiliation! He had not only seen through her disguise but looked at her with that light, objectifying gaze, and even... even said those things! No one had ever dared to treat her like this—the successor of the Angel God, the young lady of Spirit Hall!
But beyond the anger, a more complex emotion began to sprout. Mo Bai's unfathomable strength, his gaze that saw through everything, and that composure and confidence as if everything in the world was under his control... like poison, it triggered an indescribable throb in her heart. He was powerful, mysterious, and dangerous, yet filled with a fatal attraction. He had easily seen her deepest secret but didn't use it to blackmail her, instead offering an "invitation" that left her mind in turmoil.
"When I need true power... find you?" Qian Renxue repeated the words in a low voice, her eyes shifting. Her lifelong education, her mission, and her God-trial all told her that power could only come from Spirit Hall and the Angel God's inheritance. But... why did that man's words leave such a deep mark in her heart?