Elsewhere, the moment Xue Haicang returned to his Bedchamber, he took out the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, ready to examine it.
As soon as the azure triangular object appeared, it bathed his entire room in an ocean-blue glow.
The gentle ripples of blue light were so dazzling that even someone with Xue Haicang's resolve could not help being mesmerized.
After all, Xue Haicang was a prince, yet there were still far too many treasures he had never seen.
Holding the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud in both hands, Xue Haicang could not help feeling puzzled. Why exactly does this thing draw me in so strongly?
Xue Haicang carefully studied the unusual object with its shifting light and shadows, cautiously releasing his mental power to probe inside.
But the instant even a thread of his mental power entered the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, he felt an indescribably tremendous force violently hurl it back.
Still holding the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, he toppled backward, his mind going blank.
In his last moment of consciousness, he only felt something strike his head.
What struck Xue Haicang's head was none other than the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud. Its sharp tip cut a small wound in his forehead.
Blood flowed, and the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud spun before settling flat against the wound on Xue Haicang's forehead, as though it possessed a mind of its own.
As Xue Haicang's blood continued to pour into it, its originally blue halo gradually turned red.
Before long, a faint wisp of blue light drifted out of the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud, condensing into a barely visible phantom. A calm, aged voice rang out.
"Although I was following my lord's advice, this little fellow's blood is surprisingly good. It suits my taste perfectly. He truly has a constitution capable of