Mysteries I (Old Gun Wishes Everyone a Healthy and Peaceful Spring Festival, and Family Reunion)

Yet the normally obedient Progenitor Blood Essence now seemed extraordinarily sluggish. Its changes were exceptionally slow.

The spread-open blood threads slowly shrank back, extremely unwillingly.

Zhang Rongfang's expression grew grave.

Once again, he sent out a mental command.

Rings of invisible ripples spread from within his body, transmitted through a strange resonance into all the blood surrounding Zhang Zhenhai.

After several repetitions, the blood threads finally slowly returned to Zhang Zhenhai's body. Everything settled back into calm.

Zhang Rongfang let out a slight breath. He had thought Zhang Zhenhai was all right before; after examining her body, there had been no problems, and everything had been normal. He had not expected new changes to appear now.

The entire city was his flesh-and-blood informants. Though there was a delay, he knew clearly that Zhang Zhenhai had done nothing unusual these past days. She had merely practiced martial arts as usual and nursed her body back to health. Occasionally, she paid attention to what had happened after Blood Fairy left.

Yet even so, an accident had occurred. If not for the newly acquired Netherworld Eye, he feared he would not even have discovered the crux of the illness.

These blood cells had actually transformed into another form that even he had failed to detect—a form resembling yin souls.

Standing in the room, Zhang Rongfang watched the fine threads of blood return to Zhang Zhenhai's body as countless thoughts flickered through his mind.

He extended a hand and lightly tapped several places across Zhang Zhenhai's body.

Only after checking the condition of her major organs and confirming there was no problem did he let out a breath.

"It's all right now. From here on, I'll stay with you the whole time and make sure no more accidents happen," he comforted her softly.

"Mhm."