The sensitive topic

Years ago, the Ancient Saintly Body was already famous throughout the world, feared by countless people.

Although there were other powerful bodies like the Glacial Spirit Body and the Thunderstrike Saint Body that were equally renowned.

But the mystery of the Ancient Saintly Body was unmatched.

Not only was the Ancient Saintly Body extremely rare, with only a few bearers appearing every ten thousand years, but most of them died young and had a hard time growing up.

Its mysteries remain unexplored even today.

Such a powerful body, if it hadn't conquered a formidable being like Goddess Sylvia, it would have been impossible to obtain, no matter how generous the system rewards.

Since returning to the Doomed Soul Sect, Timothy had been sitting in his room for ten days straight.

During these ten days, he stabilized his internal energy and circulated his spiritual energy to nourish all the meridians in his body.

He not only completely compensated for the instability caused by his recent advancement to the later stages of Aura Initiation but even made significant progress.

Moreover, Timothy had perfected the only spell he had acquired, Thunderclap Slash, to a high degree of mastery.

Although it was only a Rare-level spell, its power was formidable.

"It's time to go out and take a look."

Timothy finally relaxed his body and opened the door.

But as soon as he stepped out, he saw a familiar figure.

Yvenna.

During his retreat, Timothy had sensed that Yvenna seemed to be lingering near his room all the time.

"What have you been doing hiding outside my door these days?"

Timothy's gaze sharpened, pinning Yvenna down like an arrow.

"I... I just came to see if there was anything you needed help moving. I'm quite strong, I could help you," Yvenna said, her body trembling slightly, showing a hint of grievance.

But deep inside, a competitive spirit emerged.

She had been waiting outside for so long just for this moment!

Yvenna couldn't believe that her charm, which she had always been proud of, would have no effect on Timothy.

Men are meant to be conquered, and she wouldn't allow any man not to bow at her feet.

Even if Timothy seemed difficult to win over, to her, it was just a matter of increasing the difficulty.

With just a little manipulation, she could easily break down all his defenses.

Yvenna knew well what men found hardest to resist and soon deliberately showed a shy, blushing, and vulnerable look.

Combined with her petal-like lips and snow-containing teeth, her pitiful appearance was indeed very touching.

Seeing this, Timothy's voice deepened, "Since you're so sincere, may I discuss a sensitive topic with you?"

"Timothy!"

Instantly, Yvenna, who seemed to have almost lost confidence in herself, widened her eyes, a mix of excitement and shyness apparent.

Although she was secretly pleased to have so easily conquered Timothy, Yvenna still lowered her head shyly, "That might not be appropriate. Although I don't know why, ever since you came back this time, Timothy, I find you very handsome and charming. But still, there are differences between men and women, and sensitive topics..."

Timothy cut her off, "Then I won't speak of it."

"Ah, please do talk about it, Timothy!" Yvenna immediately became anxious, seemingly afraid that Timothy might really give up on her.

"Alright," Timothy finally nodded.

In the quiet forest, Yvenna felt her heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.

'Strange, why do I feel this way...'

Suddenly, Yvenna realized that her feelings had changed without her knowing.

Originally, she couldn't tolerate Timothy not reacting to her charm.

But somehow, after waiting for ten whole days, Timothy's image seemed to have completely merged into her heart, making it impossible for her to shake off.

Yvenna unconsciously lifted her head, her charming eyes filled with anticipation.

She didn't know what Timothy would say next, and her tumultuous emotions made it impossible for her to guess.

All she felt was anticipation.

Every second seemed to stretch on forever.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she heard Timothy's next words.

"What do you think about the war situation near the Western Bay with the Demonic Sect?"

"Pfft."

At that moment, Yvenna felt like her spiritual resolve was about to collapse.

This was the sensitive topic?

This!

Well, the ongoing strife near the Western Bay involving various Demonic Sects was indeed a sensitive issue.

But still...!

Yvenna felt like crying without tears, the grievances of climbing mountains alone with a heavy sack ten days ago bursting forth.

Since joining the Doomed Soul Sect, she had never encountered such an absurd situation!

"Timothy, don't you know how to be considerate towards women? I'm still a girl, how can you bear to treat me like this over and over again?!"

"Considerate towards women?"

Timothy looked at Yvenna's tearful eyes, her beautiful face marked by a tear streak, making her look even more delicate and touching.

Anyone else might have found it hard to resist such a scene.

Unfortunately, while Yvenna's beauty was top-notch and far from ordinary, she couldn't hold a candle to Sylvia.

Having received a token of love directly from Sylvia, Timothy naturally wouldn't set his sights so low.

"Sister, you can't treat me like this. If I did something wrong, you can just tell me."

Yvenna was crying profusely, completely abandoning the ladylike image she had cultivated, and clung tightly to Timothy's right arm.

"I'm sorry, I don't want my wife to get the wrong idea," Timothy said coldly as he pushed her away.

"Wife? Since when did you have a wife?!"

The word struck Yvenna like a bolt from the blue, causing her heart to ache.

She regretted not noticing Timothy's merits earlier and missing the best opportunity.

And now, Timothy apparently already had a wife, and no matter how hard she tried, there was no longer any chance for her.

Even though it was the height of summer, she clutched her chest, feeling an icy chill.

In that moment, Yvenna envisioned a scene of snowflakes drifting down from the sky.

In the heavy snow, she knelt alone under a frost-covered willow tree, her body covered with sparkling snowflakes.

In her ears, it seemed as if a voice kept echoing, "Snowflakes drifting, the north wind howling..."

"No!"

Looking up at the falling snow, Yvenna cried out.

But all sounds were swallowed by the snow, leaving her alone, kneeling on the spot, frail and helpless.