"Fellow Daoist, do you have any last words?" Yang Ling asked, as his mana subtly surged, knowing that the young man before him must have been caught in the blood rain upon arriving in this world.
One thing puzzled him, though. The red glow from earlier seemed too dazzling; they had used this method before to identify whether incoming cultivators had been stained by the saintliness of the Blood Race, but never had something been as bright as today.
This must not have been just a splash of blood rain, but a bath in it...
He felt immense regret in his heart; it's hard to come by a natural ally, yet here they are, forced into conflict.
They had gone through this kind of situation more than once!
"Is there no room for negotiation?" Lu Ye asked, still trying to make an effort amidst the current situation.
Hu Dequan, who had led him here, sighed, "Little brother, let me tell you a story."
"I'm all ears!" Lu Ye nodded.
