Empire II

"Qiankun Zi was not a heartless man. We had helped him back then, one way or another. That bond of old goodwill remains," Di Jiang replied in a sweet voice. Clearly, it was the portion of his wife's personality currently in control.

"All living beings suffer. The Imperial Tutor saved the people from fire and water; his merit was boundless. He ought to be a great benevolent man whose name would endure through the ages." Hunter Tiger still wore a bitter expression as he said gravely.

"I think you cannot wait to find someone capable of fighting, can you? Where is Fan Heng?" Di Jiang asked in surprise.

"He said he was old and did not want to move anymore. What he sought was not this. Still, if becoming a Blood Descendant could solve the problem of forgotten memories, that would not be bad either. He planned to watch us first before deciding," Hunter Tiger answered.

"That old fellow..." Meng Qian was speechless.

The three fell silent together and looked toward the cave entrance ahead, where trails of blood-red mist seeped out.

With Meng Qian in the lead, the three stepped inside together.

Once inside, the walls of the blood-colored passage were covered in gently swaying little pink flowers.

The flowers and grass were all red, faintly giving off a light sweet fragrance.

It seemed entirely different from what they had heard.

No one came to greet them, nor was there any grand display—only a long, simple passage.

At the end of the passage, the three saw Qiankun Zi, master of the Blood Immortal Path, once more after a long time. He was in seclusion.

Between two broad blood pools, blood-colored fluorescence shimmered. Clusters of pink flowers swayed gently in the breeze all around.

Flowers filled the air with fragrance,