"Qilin Blood!..."
Jiang Dali's eyes sparkled as he stared at the dozen or so drops of Qilin blood sinking down from the water above, his expression first one of joy and then becoming somewhat solemn.
"There was news from the Wang Family in a previous life that Nie Renwang had inherited the Mad Blood of Qilin due to his ancestor, Nie Ying.
It caused him to go mad when the Mad Blood acted up, the most notable incident being when his wife ran off with Xiong Ba.
So, does this mean... the Qilin blood might contain unimaginable bestial nature?"
Amidst his contemplation,
Jiang Dali's movements were not slow.
He immediately leaped up, grasped with his palm, and captured the dozen drops of Qilin blood.
When the drops of Qilin blood landed in his hand, they naturally converged due to the same origin, forming a quail egg-sized ball of bloody liquid.
Even in the cold river, it emitted a warm temperature.
A notification message appeared on the panel.
