Commandery Prison, fourth level.
Jiang Ning looked at Long Xingyun.
I might as well try once more!
If it works, so much the better. If not, it will still count as a fair exchange!
He had taken Long Xingyun's family heirloom opportunity, so it was only right that he help him.
Having made his decision, Jiang Ning immediately nodded.
"Saving someone means seeing it through. I have no healing pills on me, so I'll use my blood to help you!"
Hearing Jiang Ning's words,
Long Xingyun's expression stirred slightly.
"Thank you, Senior!"
At that moment,
"Catch it!"
Jiang Ning spoke.
The long blade sliced open his palm once more. Under his control, blood flew from his hand.
Long Xingyun immediately opened his mouth and inhaled.
The blood spurting from Jiang Ning's palm was drawn through the air into Long Xingyun's mouth.
A moment later,
having lost a few hundred milliliters of blood, Jiang Ning finally controlled the wound to heal.
Long Xingyun swallowed the last mouthful of blood, then closed his eyes and began refining it.
More than ten breaths passed.
Only then did Long Xingyun open his eyes.
"Is it enough?" Jiang Ning asked.
"More or less!" Long Xingyun nodded.
At that moment, the injuries across his body had already healed completely.
The oppressive force of his aura had grown even stronger, faintly carrying no less pressure than Zhao Yulong's.
It was the pressure of a higher level of life.
Compared to a fourth rank, a Grandmaster's transformation in the level of life was even more pronounced.
Their lifespans had also completely shattered the limits of ordinary people.
They were plainly creatures of an entirely different level.
At that moment, Jiang Ning also sensed that although Long Xingyun had swallowed several hundred milliliters of his blood,
he still had