Below was a forest of stark white bones, and a white-clothed youth stood in the center.
Blood dripped onto the white bones at his feet, staining them red like blooming roses, dazzlingly bright.
This was the Good Person Card of this realm.
So small?
The white-clothed youth appeared to be only about sixteen or seventeen years old, his entire being radiated his youthful naivety.
But those eyes seemed to have experienced a lifetime of hardships, filled with emotions that were inscrutable.
The youth's gaze drifted over distantly.
With wariness and caution.
Like a wolf cub that had fallen into a tiger's den.
He might be small, but the sharpness remained.
Chuzheng raised her voice, "I want this one."
The glass bottle fell from the sky, and the Blood Clan member subconsciously reached out to catch it.
The crimson liquid flowed within the glass bottle.
The rose engraved on the bottle seemed to come to life.
The Blood Clan member was cautious, "What is this?"
