Yun chujiu had always felt that di xuanting was more cunning than Yun Yantian. This time, the contrast was even more obvious.
If this old Fox didn’t tell her what kind of results could prove that he was of the Di family’s bloodline, she wouldn’t be able to cheat even if she wanted to.
Furthermore, a few old men stared at her hand. Not to mention that she didn’t dare to ask Gouwei Bacao to get the blood of the Di family yesterday, even if she got it, she wouldn’t have the chance to switch it.
No wonder the Yun family of the sacred mountain had been suppressed in recent years. Look at how crafty they were. They were much better than the old men of the Yun family of the sacred mountain.
Yun Chujiu was now riding a tiger and could not back down. She could only bite the bullet and drip blood.
It would be best if she could pass. It did not matter if she could not pass. She would think of a way to make it through.