"The last conjecture, which I believe is more likely, is that you have me within you, and I have you within me."
As soon as these words were spoken, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong couldn't help but be stunned; they exchanged a look, and Huo Yuhao's eyes bore a hint of peculiarity. Wang Dong, on the other hand, actively looked away after their eyes met, a blush creeping onto his tender little face.
"You two better not get any weird ideas," Wang Yan said irritably. "I'm talking about Martial Souls, not the two of you. Kids these days really do have increasingly complicated thoughts."
Wang Dong muttered, "It was you who mentioned something ambiguous first."
