Luke's toes, tucked inside a pair of black combat boots, curled and twisted together from the jolt, which felt like an electric shock.
Among the Fallen Energy Race, the long horns on their heads were both a symbol of status and their most private part.
The Fallen Energy Race wasn't limited by gender; both male and female members of the Royal Race with high-level Bloodlines could have multiple partners.
And the horns on their heads were something that not even their most intimate partners would touch lightly.
Zhong Yi didn't know about these taboos of the Fallen Energy Race, nor did he have any idea what Luke was feeling.
He only felt that the short, hard, black horn was warm and smooth to the touch, so he patted it a few more times.
Only then did he take out the Soul Taming Seed and have Hong Ji use a tentacle to feed it to Luke.
With cruel mischief, Hong Ji wrapped a tentacle around the Soul Taming Seed and shoved it into Luke's body through his nostril.
