The air in the grand workshop grew suffocatingly heavy, thick with the weight of the silver-eyed Golden Core pressure locking Shen Yu to the velvet cushions.
His mind raced behind a perfectly steady expression, instantly calculating the sheer, staggering disparity of power.
He had completely misjudged her. The frail, exhausted prodigy he had been feeding just minutes ago was an absolute titan, hiding her true self behind the childish behavior.
Yet, despite the crushing aura clamping down on his early-stage Foundation Establishment body, Shen Yu did not let panic overtake his senses.
He slowly relaxed his tensed muscles, a dark, reckless chuckle vibrating deep in his chest.
His long fingers, which had frozen mid-stroke within her vibrant blue locks, purposefully resumed their gentle, rhythmic massage against her scalp, explicitly defying the terrifying atmosphere she had created.
