"This year of waiting truly left me unable to eat with any appetite or sleep in peace. Several times, I wanted to go to the Northern Border myself to take a look, but I feared disturbing the Iron Duke. You have no idea how your brother's heart has been bobbing up and down all day!"
Those words were no mere courtesy.
A whole year, without a scrap of news. He had even entertained the thought of attacking the Northern Border.
No matter how many spirit stones and blood materials he collected, they could not fill that emptiness in his heart.
He had even lost interest in toying with hundreds upon thousands of female cultivators.
He truly worried that Tie Hengjiang might see how fine the finished product was and develop other ideas.
Tie Zhan laughed heartily. This was his first time seeing Qing Chen so impatient. "We knew you were anxious, so the two of us traveled day and night without stopping for a moment. Take a look at it first."
Before he had finished speaking, a gleam of vermilion spiritual light appeared in his palm.
A long, narrow red treasure casket emerged with it, hovering steadily between them.
Only a few dark gold sealing patterns stretched from end to end across the casket, firmly suppressing what lay inside.
Qing Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.
Familiar!
He would never mistake that faint blood-refining connection hidden in its deepest depths.
Tie Zhan brushed his hand over the sealing patterns, extinguishing their dark gold light one after another. He was just about to push the treasure casket forward when Qing Chen reached out and seized it.
"Let me!"
Spiritual light from his Dao Seal swept along the hall walls, sealing off the Inner Hall on all sides.
Almost simultaneously, the blood light