Mo Liancheng stepped forward to several jars of Qing Shui, took out several bottles, poured out a number of elixirs, and pinched them into powder to add to the Qing Shui. With a flash of blue light, he drew a blood gash on his wrist, and fresh red blood quickly overflowed!
"Chengcheng?!" Qu Tan'er exclaimed in shock.
"Young Master Liancheng, you—"
The rest of the clan members who saw this clearly inhaled a cool breath of air.
They had just been puzzled why Mo Liancheng replaced the alcohol with Qing Shui, but now it seemed they somewhat understood. They hadn't forgotten that Mo Liancheng was a Divine Doctor as well as an Alchemist. And his blood! Being of the direct lineage, it was extraordinarily precious to the people of the Mo Clan!
However, that wasn't all.
Mo Liancheng's gaze turned to Qu Tan'er, and he said tenderly and indulgently, "Tan'er, if the water in this jar is mixed with your blood, the medicine's efficacy would at least double."
