Wu Tian immediately felt like crying without tears.
Sister Houtu...
How could you set me up like this?!
You shouldn't be like this. You should be as broad and tolerant as the earth, deep and steady!
And Xuan Ming, too.
Why didn't you just stay properly in your own tribe? Why did you keep coming to the Houtu Tribe for no reason?
What was even worse—
You had hidden your aura!
At that moment, Wu Tian's mind raced. In a flash, he made his choice. If he offended Houtu, she would tolerate him, but if he offended Xuan Ming...
She really would beat people up!
"Fine!"
"I admit it. You and Sister Xuan Ming... are both the people I trust most!"
After saying that, Wu Tian acted as though nothing had happened and said to Xuan Ming with a smile:
"Sister Xuan Ming, you came at just the right time!"
"After asking Sister Houtu for help, I was originally planning to go find you too. This saves me the trouble..."
Before either of them could say anything—
He hurriedly began explaining his idea and his intention to hide a drop of essence blood. Well, now it had become one drop for each of them!
After hearing him out—
Their attention was indeed diverted. Both stared at Wu Tian with bright eyes. Even Xuan Ming, whose face was usually expressionless, revealed a look of delight.
"Really?"
"You mean..."
"With a divine ability bestowed by Father God, as long as you leave behind a drop of essence blood, you can be reborn even if you die!"
The two looked at each other.
As though they could hardly believe it!
What was the greatest problem faced by the Witch Clan?
Wasn't it that their souls and bodies were one? Once they perished and