A warm flow seemed to gently brush through Lin Dong's heart, this deep touch prompted him to take a step forward and walk straight to Ye Linglong.
Under the night, Ye Linglong's eyes were flashing with complex lights, filled with both anticipation and a slight trace of unease.
She spoke softly, her voice carrying a slight tremor:
"War God Lin, is it because my strength is too low, so... you look down on me, right?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Dong felt an inexplicable warmth and tenderness.
He gently shook his head, reached out, and stroked Ye Linglong's soft hair, his eyes glimmering with a hint of affection and encouragement.
"Silly girl..." he said gently, "Rest assured, you will definitely get first place this time. Don't forget, you have me. With the trump cards I've prepared for you, I will make sure you become the top of the same realm, defeating everyone at the same level."
His tone was firm and warm, as if it could dispel all the anxiety and doubts.
