Chapter 135: Wolfy (1/2)

Half an hour after the royals left, Jake was left to his own device.

He hopped on the makeshift bed provided for him and closed his eyes.

The aftermath of the battle was still severe. He could barely walk, and the ropes binding his limbs heightened the problem.

Taking a deep breath, Jake blew out a hot gulp of air.

He was finally alone. Hence, he didn't need to keep the stiff smile on his face.

The moment he dropped it, he was relieved and back to his usual cold expression.

After looking at the top of the tent, he sighed again, 'What a sad life?'

Jake frowned when he sensed another person about to enter his tent.

From the way the person didn't knock, he was sure that it wasn't a guard.

The second he looked at the person, he sighed again, ”What do you want?”

It was the person that had captured him. Despite wearing a hood, her silvery-white could be easily recognized.

To his satisfaction, he no longer felt any repulsive feelings towards the princess.

However, he knew where it came from. It was either from his [Akashic Eye] or something more unknown like the [Purple Whirlpool], which he hadn't used for weeks.

The end of the whisperings might have marked the finale of the unique relationship, but Jake begged to differ!

He had spoken to Cheyenne in another language, and he was sure she understood him. Whatever language he used was oppressive enough to make him realize he was speaking it.

Moreover, the transformation she showed oozed of divinity and magnificence.

Walking silently to the edge of Jake's bed, Cheyenne uttered, ”we need to talk.”

”About what,” Jake replied.

Hesitating a bit, Cheyenne asked, ”Do you understand what happened in the battle?”

Jake could already see the angle she was coming from.

He divulged, ”No, I do not understand.”

His words left Cheyenne dumbfounded as she expected to get a good answer.

Wrinkles appeared on her face as she analyzed her battle. Frankly speaking, she barely understood what had happened to her.

All she knew was that ever since her mother died, she had begun subtly changing.

Her emotions were more frozen and pride was more firm. She was more serious than ever.

The worst and best part of all, she seemed to have no problems with cultivating. If not for her talent limits, she might probably be stronger than her father right now.

Coupled with the strange pieces of information that filled her brains, she was able to rise in strength quickly, possibly faster than anyone on the continent.

This definitely alarmed her, but she could not reveal the changes to anyone before she understood it herself.

She also made it her goal not to totally lose her personality, keeping her troublesome self.

However, she met her first setback when she encountered a strange boy called Jake.

He managed to lit a fire in her heart that called for violence and urging in her to tample on all those that dare play with her. Due to her control over her emotions, she was able to control them perfectly… until their last battle.

She was at the point of death when something came out of her. No, that was not the best way to describe it!

Rather than something coming out of her, it was her that came out of her shell. Memories began to fill her brain and she became more confused.