Seeing that Qian Qiuyue was nearing the end of absorbing her spirit ring, Golden Crocodile Douluo's deeply furrowed brow finally began to relax a little, as if a heavy boulder had been partially lifted from his heart. The tension that had gripped him so tightly slowly eased, much like a bowstring being slackened.
He turned his head slowly—so slowly, in fact, as if he feared disturbing the very air around them. His gaze was as gentle as a spring sun yet tinged with a sharp eagerness, like a scholar searching for answers, as he looked fixedly at Lin Yu and asked in a voice as soft as a breeze rustling through leaves: "Xiaoyu, the Nine Trials of Space-Time you just mentioned to Qiuyue... is that a divine trial?" At that moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo was filled with a mix of anticipation and a faint trace of worry, his fingers twitching involuntarily.
"Eh? Grandpa Crocodile, you know about divine trials too?" Lin Yu instantly widened his bright eyes, his pupils nearly popping out of his head. His small face was etched with sheer astonishment, as though he had just witnessed the most incredible thing in the world.
Chapter 138