"Senior Brother, let me do it this time." The female immortal was called Jiang Xiaowei, while the male immortal was called Sun Huixian. Both were youths born and raised in Sky City, so there was absolutely no issue with their identities—they were disciples selected by great lineages.
"Let me do it. Your adaptability isn't as good as mine, and we don't even know whether it'll work this time. If it doesn't, we'll have to keep collecting blood." Sun Huixian shook his head.
"Senior Brother, whoever controls the World-Suppressing Cauldron is still controlling it, right?" Jiang Xiaowei couldn't help laughing, but Sun Huixian firmly refused. His concern wasn't needless, and his care was plain for all to see. Watching the close relationship between the two fellow disciples, I stood by and observed. In the end, Sun Huixian still drew first blood—through rock-paper-scissors, of course.
Sun Huixian seemed to have had this opportunity countless times before. Without hesitation, he took out a skinning knife and slashed his palm. Blood soon dripped from his hand, staining the parts of the World-Suppressing Cauldron that had yet to be fully repaired red.
Sure enough, the damaged areas of the World-Suppressing Cauldron began to mend. I thought to myself, Just how much blood have these two fellow disciples used to repair this cauldron? The more shattered it had been, the more blood it would consume. To restore the cauldron to its original state, the weight of the blood used might even exceed that of the cauldron itself. Their loyalty to Sky City was plain to see.
Before long, the cauldron had completely fused back together. Watching it radiate blue-green and crimson light, I knew it had reached its complete state. Even Sun Huixian happily flew circles around it, but when he saw that the cracks around