“Replying to Mr. Mei, her name is Mei Anming,” Chen Jing replied.

This time, he addressed the other person as "old gentleman," showing genuine respect.

His prescriptions saved many lives.

“Great, Mei Anming, great, her father knows how to name her…” Mei Moke said with satisfaction.

"Where were we? Right, the prescription. When I was treating those people, at first I thought it was a plague, but later I found out it wasn't an ordinary plague. The prescription I came up with could only suppress the lesions, not cure them."

“At that time, I began to investigate the source of the plague, and finally, I discovered that the plague came from the Meijing Arena, from my master…”

"We went through a tough battle, but the number of demons was greater than we had imagined, and our strength was somewhat insufficient. In the end, we joined forces with a dragon elder who was living in seclusion to fight against them. Hehe, the demons have always been the mortal enemies of the dragons."

"We have won. This place has been transformed from a dungeon into a sealed area to strengthen the seal and prevent similar incidents from happening again."

"Although the seal was not completely broken by the blood sacrifice, it still allowed that artifact to reveal a lot of power. The seal was sealing that power to prevent it from harming the people on the ground, while researching how to utilize that power... That's something I can't know."

Chen Jing listened silently, then asked, "What about the second blood sacrifice? Was it related to the dragon race?"

“The second blood sacrifice has nothing to do with the dragon race. The dragon race is rare, has a transcendent status, and does not concern itself with worldly affairs,” Mei Moke said. “It is an organization called the Workshop. They discussed with me that they planned to use this place to conduct experiments on the winged people.”

“The Feathered People were discovered during the first blood sacrifice,” Mei Moke said. “As far as I know, the demon race doesn’t care about that artifact related to time. They have been cultivating the Feathered People all along, and providing them with many of the technologies necessary for the blood sacrifice is just a deal between them and my master.”

“The Feathered People are fundamentally products created using the blood of Feathered Dragons,” Mei Moke said. “I don’t know what the Demon Clan’s purpose was, but I’m certain that their purpose failed, and the Dragon Clan and we stopped them.”

"The workshop discussed with me the hope of stabilizing the winged people's modification technology, so that a large number of warriors could become highly mobile winged people, and completely reverse the unfavorable situation in the war."

"As a volunteer in the experiment, I don't know what happened afterward."

He looked down at his body, which had become bloated from absorbing a large amount of tissue fluid, and said with a wry smile, "I guess it failed."

After listening, Chen Jing already had his answer.

Things were unexpectedly complicated, involving so many forces: Meijing Taoist Temple, the demon race, the dragon race, the workshops... The truth was like a fog, and Chen Jing had only dispelled a small part of it.

But none of these are the key issues. The key issue is that someone has started blood sacrifices again, so how do we solve this problem?

Chen Jing asked, "So, this blood sacrifice was for that underground scroll artifact. They plan to replicate what happened in Meijing City in Ash City?"

Mei Moke nodded.

"Mr. Mei, is there any way we can stop it?" Chen Jing asked.