The Iron Blood Sect treats its outer disciples extremely poorly, not even considering them as their own. They treat them worse than cattle and horses, with the utmost ruthlessness.
The room where Duan Yun and the Murong brothers lived was, of course, also poor.
A mud-wall and thatched house, with the stables right next to it, emanating a foul stench.
But at this moment, a mysterious herbal aroma actually overshadowed the stable's foul smell, truly miraculous.
After hearing the Murong brothers' words, Duan Yun sniffed carefully and discovered that this herbal aroma was indeed emanating from his body.
Could it be the newly formed blood?
Duan Yun concentrated his thoughts, his mind sinking into his body, extending a finger.
Swish, swish, swish...
A stream of blood shot from his fingertip into the bowl.
The herbal aroma in the air suddenly became more pronounced.
