Patrick pulled open the drawer.
He took out a small wooden box.
On the blood-red velvet inside the box lay a glass test tube.
Suspended in the test tube was a pea-sized clump of blood. Just one glance at it, and Guan Shanyun felt a fierce craving burst from the depths of his heart, as if he wanted to crush that clump of blood together with the test tube and shove it into his mouth, and even if his mouth got torn into a bloody mess it wouldn't matter.
"—What is this?"
The guest forced himself to suppress the desire in his eyes.
The master of the lounge didn't seem surprised by his reaction. He gave a soft chuckle: "This is what you've been pursuing—the true blood from the Black family. I will use it to open the door to another World for you… it will grant you unimaginable power."
Without a doubt.
Guan Shanyun stared unblinkingly at that clump of fresh blood.
Powerful and pure.
That was the only feeling he had toward that clump of blood.
"—We can do it now?"
