Patrick pulled open a drawer.
He took out a small wooden box.
Resting on the blood-red velvet inside was a glass test tube.
A bean-sized clump of blood floated inside the tube. With only one glance, Guan Shanyun felt an intense craving erupt from the depths of his heart. He wanted to crush that clump of blood along with the test tube and stuff it all into his mouth, even if the glass left his mouth bleeding.
"—What is this?"
The guest struggled to suppress the desire in his eyes.
The owner of the lounge did not seem surprised by his reaction. He chuckled softly. "This is what you seek: true blood from the Black Family. I will use it to open the door to another world for you... It will grant you power beyond your imagination."
Without a doubt.
Guan Shanyun stared unblinkingly at that fresh blood.
Powerful and pure.
That was the only impression the blood gave him.
"—Can we do it now?"
The guest muttered, disbelief in his voice. His face had flushed slightly with excitement—he had thought the Black Family would make him sign a harsh Magic Contract or undergo some complicated trial. He had not expected them to simply produce the very thing he wanted most.
"Of course... If you are healthy, we can begin at any time."
Patrick lightly flicked the outside of the glass tube. As the faint ding sounded, tiny barbs burst from the blood inside. He nodded in satisfaction.
Good. Its activity was holding up well.
Although the family had used many methods to preserve this true blood, its Spiritual Energy was still dissipating in minute amounts every moment. The sooner it was used, the better. The more intact the Spiritual Energy remained, the stronger and more binding the blood pact