DRIP!
But Jiang Xinghai didn't hesitate. He pricked his fingertip and let a drop of blood fall onto the wooden box.
He decided to trust that Zhao Wenxiang meant him no harm.
Besides, if the man truly was his enemy, he, a late-stage Celestial Destiny Realm cultivator, wouldn't be afraid of someone at the Great Perfection of the Celestial Destiny Realm.
Zhao Wenxiang heard a strange sound from behind him. Without needing to turn around, he could tell what was happening with his Divine Sense.
'This little fellow trusts an old man like me so completely?'
A kindly expression appeared in Zhao Wenxiang's eyes, but he didn't stop walking, continuing on his way.
Jiang Xinghai watched the palm-sized wooden box in his hand. The box had absorbed his drop of blood in an instant.
Faint traces of red light began to emanate from it.
VMMMMMM—
Suddenly, the wooden box began to vibrate violently, as if it were alive.
BANG!
