Wen Jiaren, upon hearing that Hua Zi knew, forcibly maintained her composure and asked, "Then do you know if there's a way to break the Blood Oath?"
As she asked this, Wen Jiaren harbored great hope. Hua Zi had lived for over a hundred years and had seen and heard more than the average person. Perhaps it had once come across such information.
Hua Zi was startled for a moment, then slowly shook its head, "As far as I know, once a Blood Oath is formed, it cannot be broken. If someone goes against the oath, they will be subjected to divine retribution and meet with a terrible death. Therefore, since ancient times, very few people have made such a dire vow, unless they had no other choice."
Wen Jiaren's face turned ashen in an instant, her mind in complete disarray.
Cannot be broken, cannot be broken...
These four words echoed in her mind over and over again, tearing at her heart again and again.
Hua Zi noticed her abnormal state, "You haven't taken a Blood Oath, have you?"
