"That's something we'll only know after trying."
Peng Yu's gaze lingered on "Feng Youming," her eyes full of seduction.
She refused to believe that Feng Youming could truly be indifferent to ascension. 'He must be pretending!'
"Feng Youming, have you made up your mind?"
A confident smile touched Peng Yu's lips as she asked again.
Song Wanning's expression remained impassive, but she was starting to guess at Bai Yang's special nature.
'It seems he has other unique qualities besides his good fortune.'
"Of course I want to ascend. It's just that your proposal..."
"Why don't you go make it to the dead!"
As she spoke, Song Wanning's expression suddenly changed, and she slashed out with her sword in a flash.
At the same time, a golden halo of light abruptly appeared, centered on her, and rapidly expanded outward.
Peng Yu's eyelid twitched. Without a second thought, she moved to activate the talisman treasure in her hand.
