This is no ordinary woman, clearly she is a noble Emperor, wickedly arrogant, confident, as if the whole world lies within her grasp, fearless.
Qinghe slightly furrowed her brows, asking again, "How can one make the knife accept its master?"
Jia Xiantian suddenly snapped back to reality, before him still stood the pretty young girl, not an Emperor clad in a Dragon Robe, looking down upon the world.
Without even thinking, Jia Xiantian subconsciously followed her command, "Just let the Soul Devouring Knife be stained with your blood."
With a thoughtful look, Qinghe replied in confusion, "If that's the case, the Soul Devouring Knife would have been stained by countless people's blood, wouldn't all be able to make it recognize them as its master?" Since all blood that touches the Soul Devouring Knife is absorbed by it, her comment wasn't odd.