Compared to Ron, who had been comforted quite easily,
Hermione saw the issue more deeply.
"Why would those people hurt a unicorn?"
The Little Witch glanced at the beautiful creature, which was still unconscious. Her voice carried a trace of helplessness and disbelief, as though she still could not accept that anyone in this world would truly harm a unicorn.
"They needed some Unicorn Blood."
"What do they want unicorn blood for?" Hermione's gaze swept over the scattered silver-blue traces around the clearing, her expression deeply puzzled.
Zheng Qing could hardly explain that it was the main god's mission.
He raised The Wand in his hand and gave it a gentle flick.
The Unicorn Blood remaining on the surrounding plants and in the soil turned into wisps of silver-blue mist and gathered toward him. From farther away, along the path they had taken, the Unicorn Blood spilled beside the road also drifted into the clearing strand by strand. Before long, a blood clot the size of a quail egg had gathered at the tip of the young wizard's wand.
He put away The Wand.
He picked up the blood clot with his fingertips.
He examined it closely with considerable interest, sensing the pure and powerful magic within.
The Taiyi Ring on his hand sent out a clear craving. He raised an eyebrow and loosened his restraint. The silver-blue blood immediately became a pale rainbow, striking the ruby on the Taiyi Ring. In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely, as though it had never existed in this world.
After absorbing that bit of blood, the Taiyi Ring seemed to become even more lustrous.
For a brief instant, a powerful craving rose within Zheng Qing. He could not help turning his head away, avoiding the unconscious unicorn in his sight,