Jing Lin's tone carried a hint of mockery, as if he were watching a play, but it wasn't particularly malicious.
It was a characteristic deeply rooted in the Jing Family's third vein... that is, a love for excitement, handed down through generations.
Every time he saw Li Yelai and the Doll, Cheese, interact,
Jing Lin would pray in his heart, "Come on, start fighting, start fighting! I want to see rivers of blood!"
Unfortunately, his wish had never come true.
It was a particular regret for him; he had even placed bets with a few buddies, but the fight never started...
Watching Jing Lin with his amused expression, Li Yelai was completely puzzled.
What rivers of blood?
I am the Blood River Chosen One, surely no one knows better than me what a river of blood looks like!
Is it some kind of metaphor?
Li Yelai wondered, lost in thought.
