After night fell, a few dark clouds veiled the silver moonlight, plunging everything around them into pitch-black darkness.
Just as Dongfang Minghui was keeping a wary eye on their surroundings, Little Lecher suddenly asked, "What did Wenren Liangzhi mean just now?"
"What do you mean, what did he mean?"
"He said he would use you in place of the Holy Medicine... Could he know there's something special about your blood?" Little Lecher asked tentatively. "Besides, what he said reminded me of something."
"What?" Dongfang Minghui's eyes flickered with a hint of guilt, but she quickly regained her composure. "He's lived for a hundred years and changed bodies several times. Besides, he's a Dark-Type Spirit Master. Who knows whether he's connected to those Death Spirit Masters? It wouldn't be strange for him to know about my blood."
Little Lecher nodded lightly and did not pursue the subject. After all, back then, Little Lecher had also coveted its companion's blood and chosen her at a critical moment to form a blood contract. There was hardly any secrecy surrounding her blood anymore. "I remembered that after I followed Wenren Liangzhi out through the Nine Dragons stone gate, he went to the lowest level of the Abyss. He disappeared there for a while."
Dongfang Minghui's clear black-and-white eyes shifted slightly. "There's no use discussing that now. We don't even know where the Dragon-Trapping Valley originally stood. If the Dragon-Trapping Seal were still here, we might be able to count on it to lead the way again."
For a moment, Little Lecher felt somewhat melancholy too. It kept feeling that there must have been something at the lowest level of the Abyss. Otherwise, why had Wenren Liangzhi been in such a hurry?
"That may be true, but there are still plenty of unanswered questions." Little