Twelve drops?
Chen Changming raised an eyebrow slightly when he heard this. He had not expected the Sima Family to have only this little Dragon Blood remaining.
Even so, twelve drops of Dragon Blood were still an unimaginably vast resource to him—
If he could obtain them all, his body cultivation would surely soar by leaps and bounds and rise to another level.
Just as he was calculating, the void suddenly rippled. The Seventh Elder, who had just left, abruptly reappeared, silently appearing before everyone.
"Where are the reinforcements?"
The First Elder swept his gaze around the Seventh Elder in confusion, only to find no one there. There was not even a trace of the Ancestor Statue.
His heart immediately sank. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly discovered that the Seventh Elder seemed to have changed bodies entirely, his spirit and demeanor undergoing a completely opposite transformation.
The eyes that had originally belonged to the Seventh Elder were now deep as ancient wells. Within their calmness lay the vicissitudes and indifference of one looking down upon all things, as though another soul had taken control of this body.
"Seventh Elder, are you all right?" The First Elder could not help calling out softly, his tone carrying probing unease.
The Seventh Elder gave him an indifferent glance. There was not the slightest warmth in that gaze, as though he were looking at an insignificant ant. Then he waved a hand and silently fixed his eyes on Chen Changming, without speaking another word.
Could it be... the ancestor's spirit has entered the Seventh Elder's body?
The First Elder thought to himself, a surge of both shock and joy flooding his heart.
At that moment, he relaxed instead.
As long as the ancestor had manifested, this crisis facing the Sima