Familiar!
Far too familiar!
For some inexplicable reason, Chu Sheng sensed the presence of a kindred spirit.
Despite all his fine words, no matter how Chu Sheng looked at him, this fellow named Wang Meng seemed like an evil cultivator from a pre-Apocalypse novel.
According to Wang Meng, cultivating blood and qi power required a blood and qi seed. But where did those seeds come from?
Wang Meng's Sequence supplied them.
And could those seeds blossom and bear fruit?
Could he reclaim them?
Chu Sheng didn't know, but every thought he had assumed the worst possible intentions on the other man's part.
As he pondered this, Chu Sheng's hand unconsciously settled on the hilt of the Butcher at his waist.
However, he made no other move. Instead, he ushered everyone in front of him to protect them, remaining at the very back as he listened to Wang Meng continue speaking.
Naturally, his movements didn't escape Xingzi, who had been watching him all along. Seeing his reaction, she glanced at Wang Meng, then quietly ushered everyone in front of her as well.
Standing close beside Chu Sheng, Xingzi looked at him, wanting to ask something, but held her tongue.
Noticing her expression, Chu Sheng merely shook his head slightly at her.
The two stayed together at the very back, making no moves but never letting down their guard.
Viewed from another angle, what Wang Meng and Captain Hui were saying took on an entirely different meaning.
Wang Meng supplied the blood and qi seeds, and from Chu Sheng's understanding of Sequences, anything produced by one's own Sequence could naturally be reclaimed.
Just like his black flame. He could produce black flame anywhere within his sight, and he could draw those flames back into his body.
He wasn't the only one. An