The Yang Fish swam towards Ning Zhuo by half an inch, then stopped again.
Ning Zhuo's fingertip moved slightly, and the Yang Fish immediately shrank back a little. The hint of chill in the eyes of the ink jade flashed briefly, like a flash of dark light sweeping across the depths of an ancient well a thousand years old.
Ning Zhuo immediately understood in his heart.
The Yang Fish had already sensed the pure Yang energy on him and was willing to come closer, yet it still maintained its distance.
It was not truly intimate with him, let alone approving—its interest in him was merely because his flesh body was pure, his Origin Yang abundant, and his Child's Body unstained and flawless.
This kind of favor was like a spirit fish detecting the sweet spring vein in a clear stream—just a whiff, not yet a sip, and certainly not thinking of dwelling in the depths of that spring.
Chun Yangzi asked, "How do you feel?"
