The dense watery mist drew back into the cloud bag and disappeared within a blink of an eye, like a pool of water drained by a whale.
Ji Hao floated in midair with his eyes popped out widely, fixed on the beautifully glowing glass bottle in Priest Hua’s hand. The holy blood from Emperor Xuanyuan, was it truly a drop of spirit blood left by Emperor Xuanyuan? Where did Priest Hua find such a treasure?
And, what did he mean?
Rebuilding the body with a drop of spirit blood that came from Emperor Xuanyuan, then Zhu Rong Tianming would become a descendant of Emperor Xuanyuan? This, this, this, seemed to be reasonable though. In terms of bloodline, this was absolutely reasonable. But on another aspect, Zhu Rong Tianming’s soul came from Zhu Rong Family after all. Even if all his blood were replaced by Emperor Xuanyuan’s spirit blood, something would still be wrong!
Man Man had already leaped up and shouted angrily out, "Zhu Rong Tianming, how dare you betray Zhu Rong Family?"