This sudden, unfamiliar emotion made Lilith's whole body freeze, and even her action of drinking fresh blood stopped involuntarily.
In those eyes, now even redder from blood-sucking, flashed a rare panic.
This warm yet sour feeling was far too alien for her, who had survived alone for thousands of years.
"Lilith?"
Gu Xing opened his eyes in confusion.
He could clearly sense that Lilith's strength had only just recovered to Monarch Tier Nine, and his own body was still far from its tolerance limit.
Logically, this time he should at least help her break through to Half-step Totem.
This call snapped Lilith out of her daze.
Meeting Gu Xing's concerned gaze, that heart of hers—silent for a millennium—began to race uncontrollably.
The always calm and elegant Blood Clan Ancestor was, at this moment, as flustered as a teenage girl.
"Enough, enough..."
She hurriedly let go with her fangs, her voice stuttering in rare embarrassment:
"Monarch Peak... is enough..."
