"Your master fell here? Who was your master?"
Lu Ren stared at the Nine-Tailed Blood Fox and asked coldly.
"My master was the Netherbone Dao Venerable!"
Pride flickered across the Nine-Tailed Blood Fox's face. "I guarded this ancient city in the hope that someone destined to receive his inheritance would come!"
"The Netherbone Dao Venerable?"
Lu Ren frowned slightly.
Yun Qingyao's expression changed sharply. "The Netherbone Dao Venerable? Your master was a powerhouse of the Netherbone Netherheaven Clan?"
"That's right!"
The Nine-Tailed Blood Fox said proudly, "My master carried third-generation blood of the Netherbone Netherheaven Clan. If not for the great war against the Evil Clan, he would never have fallen here!"
"Third-generation blood?"
Lu Ren was secretly astonished.
Among the Primordial Hundred Clans, the earlier the generation of a bloodline, the more terrifying it was.
Third-generation blood could have a bloodline concentration of over ninety percent.
"Where is your master's remnant soul now?" Yun Qingyao asked.
"Once I've recovered a little, I'll take you there," the Nine-Tailed Blood Fox said. "But whether you obtain my master's inheritance depends on your fortune!"
"Fortune?"
Lu Ren sneered. "You're in our hands now. Fortune or not, I'm getting the Netherbone Dao Venerable's inheritance!"
The Nine-Tailed Blood Fox shook its head. "Even I can't fathom my master's thoughts. My only task is to take you there!"
"Fine!"
Lu Ren nodded.
The Nine-Tailed Blood Fox then began tending to its injuries.
Yun Qingyao secretly sent Lu Ren a message. "Be careful of the Nine-Tailed Blood Fox. It might try to trick us!"
"It doesn't matter," Lu Ren replied. "It's badly wounded. Even if it recovers to its peak, I can kill it whenever I want with my current strength!"
After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
The Nine-Tailed Blood Fox slowly