She tried to read Zhao Wujiang’s thoughts, only to find that, just like when she had attempted to read the Saint of Gamblers, she could glean no information whatsoever.
This meant that Zhao Wujiang’s power had already surpassed hers by roughly a full major tier. Unless she advanced to the ninth tier, it would be impossible for her to continue reading his mind.
"Thank you, you have a good eye as well," Zhao Wujiang replied with humility and politeness.
"..." Alisa pursed her lips and nodded, thinking to herself that while Zhao Wujiang had grown stronger, he remained as narcissistic as ever.
Zhao Wujiang wrapped one arm around Alisa’s waist and the other under her knees, lifting her up. With a swift movement of his toes, he began to weave through the thickets and forests.
Lilith, who had not been seriously injured, used the power of the God of Light to keep pace with Zhao Wujiang. Now that she had finally found him, it saved her the trouble of searching; she would take this opportunity to have him help her eliminate her hidden affliction while he was still here.
Alisa’s face was pale. She stared at Zhao Wujiang with her beautiful eyes. The rain had soaked her clothes, and a chill penetrated her bones; she couldn't help but press her cheek against his chest, feeling a warmth she had never known before.
Seen from this angle, Zhao Wujiang wasn’t exactly... handsome, she thought to herself. He didn't look as good as he had on that day, that night, at that time.
His smile was wicked…
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