Talking about Love

[Okay, I am ready.] Bing Lan said.

After hearing that, Yang Xu took a deep breath and mobilised his divine sense to surround the white ice.

A moment later, the white ice began to crackle and white steam rose in the surroundings.

This steam was the vaporised form of the palace master's divine sense.

Although it had changed form, it still had a little bit of consciousness and wanted to relocate to another area in the sea of consciousness.

However, Bing Lan didn't give it a chance.

As soon as it detached from her crystal-like ice field, her divine sense wrapped around it and devoured it.

'I didn't expect it to work.' She thought happily.

Divine sense grew with the increase of cultivation.

It was difficult to increase it in other ways but she felt that her divine sense grew after devouring the palace master's divine sense marking.

'It was a blessing in disguise.' She thought and continued to devour the steam.