The moment Da Huang saw his first drop of blood leave him, a trace of sorrow and desolation flashed across his eyes.
"Ah, I never thought my first drop of blood would leave me just like that."
"Life is so absurd."
"After all my calculations, I never expected..."
Bang!
Before Da Huang could finish, Chen Changan kicked him.
"Quit your damn blathering."
"You've been hurt before, haven't you? What do you mean, your first drop of blood?" Chen Changan said irritably.
"I've been hurt before?"
"After all these years out in the world, when have I ever been hurt?"
"Big Brother, you didn't just insult my body—you actually insulted my strength?"
Chen Changan couldn't be bothered to listen to Da Huang's nonsense. He put away the Saint Ancestor bloodline he had extracted from Da Huang's body, then performed the Blood Guiding Technique.
The instant the Blood Guiding Technique succeeded, that drop of blood stopped motionless in midair.
At the sight, Da Huang instantly lost his composure.
"See? I told you it wouldn't work. The Saint Ancestor's been dead for so many years. How could the Blood Guiding Technique possibly find him?"
"Now look what happened. The technique didn't work, and I lost my first drop of blood."
"Big Brother, you have to make it up to me. At the very least... let me stay in the Flower Realm for a year. That's the only way to heal my injured body and soul."
"You won't agree? Then six months. Will six months do?"
"Three months. Surely three months is fine?"
"One month. I won't go any lower."
When Chen Changan didn't answer, Da Huang hurriedly kept lowering his demands, but all he got in return was silence.
"Da Huang, don't bother him."
"Changan, is something wrong?" Mu Yunyao asked curiously.
Hearing