But, Elder Lan himself didn't care at all, still showing an expression of enjoyment.
Taking a deep breath, Elder Lan's face had an uncontrollable delight; the first step was unexpectedly smooth.
"It seems that the King has already prepared many things in advance for the young master!" Elder Lan thought to himself.
Subsequently, he glanced at the second drop of essence blood still floating in midair, smiled slightly, then made a knife hand with his right hand, and slashed down fiercely onto his left arm.
Splurt…
With a gust of wind, Elder Lan's left arm fell with the sound, however, it didn't drop but burst into a mass of dark green thick mist. It scattered without disorder, gathering and dispersing uncertainly around Elder Lan.
Elder Lan grunted, waved his single hand, and the blue mist darted out rapidly, completely wrapping the drop of blood in the air.
