Rod tried not to think about it inappropriately.
But her words were too suggestive, and Rod couldn't help but think of things that couldn't be described.
Priscilla slightly furrowed her brows, her facial features delicate, her eyebrows like willow leaves. When she frowned, there was an unusual sense of fragility that made one feel a pang of distress.
"You're still resisting me," she said.
"Uhh... I didn't have to do this for my previous inspections, they just shone some crystals on me, and that was it."
"That's not enough," she replied firmly.
"What you're undergoing is not a simple inspection, but a full one. I need to see every fold, every corner of your soul to ensure you haven't been eroded by the Black Fog, that your soul has no contamination, corruption, curses, or traces of darkness," Priscilla said with determination.
Rod became slightly nervous.
She wouldn't find the Dream Realm within my soul, would she?
