Renaming to Houtu

Li Qingyun looked at the shackled, timid Cave Ghost girl, Zhi, and said,

"You are very fortunate to have met me. From now on, you shall be the serving maid by my side!"

Zhi let out a silent sigh of relief and hurriedly nodded, "Thank you, Lord, for saving my life. Henceforth, Zhi will surely serve you well!"

She thought that the Merfolk and they, the Cave Ghosts, were all regarded as livestock and blood-food in the eyes of the Lice Clan. Surely there was some shared empathy between her and Lord Quan, so she would not be eaten.

A moment later, Li Qingyun brought Tushan Wenshan and the others, along with the two purchased Cave Ghost women, back to the inn's courtyard.

Inside Lord Quan's room.

The light in the eyes of Li Qingyun's Merfolk clone flickered as he looked at the girl Zhi, who had changed into new clothes. Seeing this Cave Ghost girl nervously clutching her hemline, he let out a soft smile.

"Do not be nervous! I merely feel that you are somewhat special. Before this, have you ever discovered anything special about yourself yourself?"

Hesitating for a moment, Zhi finally rolled up her sleeve to reveal a pale, slender arm, and bit down on it hard.

Immediately, blood flowed out!

Her blood was not the red of the Lice Clan, nor the white of the Cave Ghosts, but black—as black as flowing ink-jade!

"Reporting to the Lord, I did discover that I am somewhat different from the rest of my kin. The blood I bleed is black! Also, I was injured before, and my bone shards were exposed—they were the color of gold..."

Zhi's words stirred stormy waves in Li Qingyun's heart.

She truly was of the Three-Colored Ancient Clan, or rather, a suspected descendant