"Ah..." The old woman sighed heavily as Hua Feiyan disappeared from her office.
Alone, an evil smile played across her face, her eyes focusing on Feiyan's blood.
There was something powerful about it, the kind she had never experienced in centuries of cultivating divination arts.
She moved her aged fingers across her orb, the crimson liquid sticking to her pale skin.
Hesitating for a brief moment, she popped it into her mouth and her body shuddered.
Her face was overcome by a deep ecstasy as her body arched. How could such a taste exist?
Not even the most powerful experts who had ever offered their blood to her had such intense flavors.
It was powerful and pure, too pure for any mortal woman to possess.
"I..." The old woman's lips slowly opened.
She wanted more, her eyes were filled with murderous intent and greed, but she held back.
From the depths of that blood, she felt something else, even purer than Feiyan's blood.