Yan Xiao Jing frowned and looked at the fat man. "Once Dao Pu's time is up, go back. Making it this far is enough to give your family an explanation. Stay at the Child Stage for now—you might find some good fortune."
"Speaking of good fortune, I did notice there might be a bloodline to the northeast," Qiuhan Qing said.
The others looked at him excitedly. "Really, Brother Qiuhan? What bloodline?"
Lu Yin looked at him curiously, too. A bloodline? How was it preserved?
Qiuhan Qing smiled. "This bloodline seems like a good fit for Third Fatty. It feels like the Peng Peng Pig Bloodline. It could help your bloodline advance."
Everyone froze, staring at Qiuhan Qing in confusion.
The fat man went deathly pale and stared blankly at Qiuhan Qing.
Lu Yin narrowed his eyes.
Seeing everyone's bewildered expressions, Qiuhan Qing slapped his forehead. "I forgot—Third Fatty claims to have the Black Ox Bloodline. Sorry, Fatty. But if it really is the Peng Peng Pig Bloodline, then your luck's finally come around. Don't give up strength for the sake of pride. It's to the northwest. Go see if you get lucky."
"Hahahaha, Fatty, so you really have the Peng Peng Pig Bloodline!" Sister Kui roared with laughter.
The others joined in, their eyes full of scorn.
Yan Xiao Jing was surprised, too. She hadn't known that the fat man had the Peng Peng Pig Bloodline. She'd always thought he truly had the Black Ox Bloodline. The two weren't all that different, but their reputations were.
The fat man lowered his head, his face deathly pale, and clenched his fists. How had Qiuhan Qing found out he had the Peng Peng Pig Bloodline? It was over—his image was ruined. Not only would Xiao Jing see him differently, but the entire