She looked back at him, clearly frustrated, and asked, "So? Are you really not going to tell me what you gained from this?"
She was dying to know—how on earth had he consumed a beast soul so easily? What kind of monstrous body did he have? What terrifying powers came with it? What kind of ancient bloodline or forgotten inheritance made something so impossible… actually possible?
But she didn't ask those things.
No… something deep inside told her not to. Maybe it was her instincts as a cultivator, or maybe the quiet warning echoing in her soul. It felt like some truths weren't meant to be pried open—not yet. So instead, she chose to ask the one thing that felt safe.
"What abilities did you get from absorbing the beast?"
