"Chen, the so-called Immortal Talisman of yours is refined using your own blood, right?"
Yang Tian took a step back and asked flatly.
Chen furrowed his brow, asking in a deep voice, "Yang Tian, how did you determine that my Immortal Talisman is refined using my blood?"
"Just now, when you condensed the Immortal Talisman in your hand, it was right after you spat out a mouthful of blood..."
Yang Tian said.
He was constantly observing Chen's expression.
Because he was curious whether Chen realized that the blood in his veins was actually Demon Fiend bloodline.
