"Madman, you're the total madman!" Xia Ling looked at Xia Qingcheng as if looking at a monster, then said, "I won't shatter the Shengxue Pearl."
"What on earth do you want to do?" Xia Qingcheng asked.
Xia Ling chuckled, "Since you're unwilling to bet with me, why should I tell you? In short, the Shengxue Pearl is in my hands now. If you want to snatch it away, I can't guarantee that I won't slip."
"But rest assured, I won't shatter the Shengxue Pearl before I'm determined. I'm not a fool to waste such a great opportunity. I knew keeping your bottle of blood would be useful back then; who knew it would be this useful!" Xia Ling smiled as she gracefully walked past Xia Qingcheng.
Back then, when she asked Xia Qingcheng for his bottle of blood, she indeed had personal motives, but those motives weren't for herself or for future gains; they were for her father.
