"Why don't you become mine?" he asked, "I can make you stronger. Way stronger than you currently are. And in fact, I can prove it to you today itself. And in the next Transcendence War, I will make you Transcend."
Hua Yu giggled in derision. Her green eyes glowering at Han Li.
"Even I myself won't dare to say something so ridiculous. Do you take me for a clown, Junior?"
Han Li used his Talents to attempt making her more irrational but it had no effect on her. It was way too weak. He didn't count on them anyway.
He caressed her cheek, his face leaned down and his nose met hers. She smelled like wild grass.
"I just had this idea. Either I die now with you, or I stand to gain a bunch of things. Or you die with me and you stand to gain a bunch of things."
Suddenly, a force of power wrapped around Hua Yu. It was Han Li's measly Soul Sense.