"Huai'er, I think we should give them this Blood Bead..."
Hearing Murong Fuhai's words, Murong Huai was shocked. "Father, you can't be serious, can you? They're Evil Soul Masters. They cultivate by relying on blood, and if they get their hands on the Blood Bead, who knows what might happen? It could very well..."
Murong Huai had only spoken halfway when Murong Fuhai raised a hand to stop him. "Huai'er, just listen to your father on this. I guarantee they won't misuse the Blood Bead."
Hearing Murong Fuhai's words, Murong Huai was utterly puzzled, but in the end he said nothing and sighed.
"All right. Since you've said so, Father, I have no objection. But can you tell me the reason?"
Murong Fuhai nodded, then took a painting from his Soul Tool and handed it to Murong Huai. The latter took it and slowly unrolled it.
The painting showed a fierce, imposing giant dragon, its entire body blood-black. It was the Murong Clan's inherited Martial Soul, the Demonic Flame Heavenly Dragon. Its enormous body soared above the clouds, radiating an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Behind the dragon, filling the entire background, stood a colossal blood-red sword, mysterious and terrifying, powerful and imposing, equally overwhelming.
Murong Huai then looked toward the dragon's head. Two figures stood atop it. One wore black Nine Dragon Armor, with a long black cloak billowing behind him. The other wore a blood-red robe, standing there like a sword proudly poised above the clouds.
There was also a line written on the painting: [The Magic Dragon lorded over the heavens, while the Magic Sword shook the world.]
The armored figure was naturally Murong Fuhai. As for the other one...
Seeing this, Murong Fuhai slowly began to explain. "Huai'er, let me tell you about my younger days."
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