"Hmm..."
"Another god from the Mortal Realm... and he really does look serious..."
"With her beside him, I probably can't do much... but I really want to grab that guy over here... ah, so indecisive..."
The voice was childish. In the Spirit Realm, Yserania rolled around in the dreamy, magnificent sea of bubbles, splashing waves all around.
As if she had found an interesting toy, Bai's claw almost reached out, but then she hesitated a bit.
A pure heart that reflects all things; the more chaotic the thoughts, the harder it is to resist the powers of the dream and heart.
But to Yserania, the goddess with the sword at her waist was indeed an exception.
Seriousness is just a facade, an equally pure heart is the strongest tool to resist the power of the heart.
In her sparkling eyes, a rare hint of trouble appeared. Staring at that deity who seemed somewhat peculiar, Bai wanted more and more to grab him over and take a look.
