Jiang Xiaobai gently places his hand on Ao Yan's wrist, distinctly feeling a tremor from her.
Subconsciously, Jiang Xiaobai looks up at her.
He sees Ao Yan's indifferent eyes, and her countenance is icy, as frigid as frost.
"What are you looking at!" Ao Yan glares at him with irritation.
She hasn't been this intimate with a man before. Her previous altercation with Jiang Xiaobai was accidental.
But this time, she willingly interacted.
Thus her heart feels choked up, strange emotions constantly fermenting within her.
She almost wanted to slap Jiang Xiaobai.
Jiang Xiaobai quickly lowers his head and starts to concentrate on sensing the strength of Ao Yan's bloodline.
He really wasn't familiar with this stuff.
But with the presence of the old Jun's pill refining technique, he could still make a rough analysis.
If he didn't analyze, it would have been alright, but on analyzing, he was taken aback.
This damned bloodline was too potent!
