Hearing this, Mo Wujiang, who was smiling, was very happy and said to the other Mo Wujiang, "Look, look, this is the charm of the Dao Qi! Haha, if he were any more interesting, I would almost like to take him as my disciple. Unfortunately, I don't need to make Blood Pills, so taking him as a disciple would be useless."
Mo Wujiang shook his head without saying a word, his face expressionless.
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Chen Jing understood that they did not doubt him because of their rejection.
This wasn't because he was a great actor; Chen Jing was just acting against thin air!
Simply because Chen Jing was like a pebble on the roadside to them, not worth paying attention to at all, their attention was mainly focused on each other, and they kept chatting.
Chen Jing forced himself to calm his fear. During this time, he had already stabilized the effects of absorbing spiritual energy, but he could not recover immediately. Instead, he needed to delay the process until it reached the level of an ordinary person.
These are the precautions that Master told Chen Jing.
There's still some time... so why not ask another question?
As Chen Jing pondered, he drew upon "knowledge" from the source of darkness, asking himself, "What is the truth behind the blood sacrifice?"
The deep darkness rippled again, and scene after scene was extracted.
It was a boy in pure white standing high up on a building.
The boy had hair as white as feathers, skin as white as snow, and was dressed in white. His left pupil was pure white. He wore a large hooded coat, the hood covering his other eye, while a white jade-like cloak covered most of his body.
The building he was in was made of earth and stone, with small xiezhi sculptures along its edges. He stretched out his body, looking down into the vast fog.
Above his head, a purple cloud gathered.
Chen Jing looked at the boy, who was about the same age as him, through the source of darkness, but felt as if the other party was located at the center of the world.
Splash!
Splash!
Purple rain falls, and the scene changes accordingly.
One by one, the residents of Ash City covered their mouths and noses, coughing horribly, and collapsed to the ground.
Cough cough cough.
Cough cough cough.
The scene continues to switch.
A scroll, soaked in congealed reddish-black blood and bound by dull, pale gold iron chains, was tinged with purple light from the soil, while the rusty blood was also corroding the iron chains.
The video ends here.
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