"I didn't expect that the thing that saved Ye Chen would be the blood essence I gave him. Sigh, things are really unpredictable." Beigong Hongtian sighed helplessly.
He had no choice. If he had not given it to Ye Chen, he would not have been able to rid the Beigong family of suspicion of colluding with the Soul Race to eliminate Ye Chen, and that would have landed them in hot soup with the Myriad Swords Palace.
If that happened, even if the Myriad Swords Palace did not declare war on the Beigong family, the grand elders would definitely ask him to apologize and admit his mistakes in order to protect themselves, and might even be sacrificed in order to appease the Myriad Swords Palace.
It was likely that he would also lose his position as family head.
"It must be fate!"
"However, this brat will eventually die!"
