With a puff, Wu Zhuzi was instantly ignited by the Samadhi True Fire, bursting into a blaze of scorching flames.
After being scorched into trembling a few times, Wu Zhuzi even rolled over, but that was already its final struggle. It soon fell still.
The flames spread, igniting Black Feather beside it as well.
Clearly, Wu Zhuzi was tougher than Black Feather.
At the end, it could still pull off a dead fish flop. Black Feather did not move at all; after twitching a few times, it kicked the bucket.
A moment later, Qin He's vision gradually blurred. A gray-white curtain slowly descended, and the sound of wooden clappers pierced through the dim yellow lamplight, swaying with graceful motion.
Shadow Play Performance, half illusion and half reality—this was the life of Wu Zhuzi and Black Feather.
Wu Zhuzi and Black Feather had been inseparable friends. Since childhood, they had been like Meng never leaving Jiao, and Jiao never leaving Meng.
As core descendants of the Blood Raven Clan, such a relationship was truly rare.
There was not much to say about their growth. In a few words: their talent was good enough, the Blood Raven Ancestor favored them enough, and their luck was passable.
Over three hundred years, the two of them slowly climbed into the Divine Bridge Realm.
After a Supreme Elder of the Blood Raven Clan, second only to the Blood Raven Ancestor, passed away in meditation, the two became the core of the Blood Raven Clan's fighting strength apart from the Blood Raven Ancestor.
Of the two, Wu Zhuzi possessed slightly stronger talent and fortune.
His Blood Wheel Method had reached Great Accomplishment, and he had obtained the spirit-grade Dharma treasure, the Blood Wheel Pearl. He excelled at trapping enemies and attacking, like a tiger that had