The Tricks of Flattery

What was being said was no joke; the person was truly trying to ensure the continuation of the martial arts technique. The most important point was that he hoped the Blood Clan could use this technique to increase their strength. However, after all these years, no one from the Blood Clan had entered this place. The only one who had come was Gu Lan, but he was not from the Blood Clan.

Seeing the hint of disappointment in the figure, Gu Lan's lips curled into a smile, and a knowing look appeared on his face. Had he known this was the case, he wouldn't have acted rashly earlier. He could have simply used some clever words and gotten what he wanted.

"I understand your intentions, senior. But now, think about it—if you don't give me this technique, you might have to wait another thousand years!"

"I do indeed value you, but you are not from my Blood Clan, and that goes against the rules I set up back then!" The blood shadow responded sternly.