"As long as you drip a drop of blood on the Demon Puppet's forehead, it will completely recognize you as its master, and no one can change that," Xue Wu said with a look of envy.
Qin Hao was a bit puzzled. He stared at Xue Wu and asked, "You didn't have to tell me this."
If the other party hadn't told Qin Hao this, perhaps she could have secretly taken the Demon Puppet for herself. After all, Qin Hao himself wouldn't know.
Xue Wu shook her head and said with a wry smile, "Do you think I don't want to? This Demon Puppet was defeated by you. Even if you don't accept it, it can't be taken by others and will be wasted. I don't want to see the treasure that makes the Demon Sect famous across the world be squandered like this."
Oh, so that's why, Qin Hao realized.
He forced out a drop of blood essence, letting it fall on the Demon Puppet's brow.
The Demon Puppet trembled all over, then transformed into a beam of light that was attached to Qin Hao's arm.
