"We're all human, so how can our fates be so different? The Blood Ancestor left three bloodlines inside his statue. If your big bro here could get even one, I'd turn the world upside down. I could even crush Qiuhan Qing with a flip of my hand. What a pity—all three bloodlines have already been claimed. What a pity, what a pity," the Fatty muttered.
"We'd better explore the Scripture Depository soon. More and more people will be coming, all preparing for the Hunting Competition. Even a freak like Di Fa might come to the Dao Origin Sect to try his luck. What do you think would happen if Qiuhan Qing ran into Di Fa? I can't wait to see it. I hope Di Fa beats him up," the Fatty began to fantasize endlessly.
Lu Yin had heard Di Fa's name more than once. It seemed he was the top young powerhouse in the Burning Blood Domain, a true figure standing at the peak. Lu Yin hoped they would meet.
When Lu Yin and the Fatty returned to where they had been earlier, Sister Kui and the others were already there. From their expressions, it was clear they hadn't found anything.
"Fatty, did you find the Peng Peng Pig Bloodline?" a man asked mockingly.
The Fatty ignored him and glanced around. When he noticed Yan Xiao Jing wasn't there, his gaze dimmed.
"Well, look at that. Seems our Fatty's bloodline has advanced, and now he doesn't even care about us," the man continued to sneer.
Lu Yin was speechless. Did these people enjoy mocking others? It was getting annoying.
The Fatty stayed to one side, silent.
The man kept making snide remarks for a while, but when the Fatty didn't react, he lost interest and fell silent.
Several hours later,