It seemed that the man in the gray robe knew what bloodline Ling Tianyu had; it was that purple liquid.
It looked like Duan Yanran was also destined to step onto the path of cultivation. Indeed, the descendants of the old man were different.
It wasn't hard to see now why the timing of the Phoenix's fall didn't match up. Ling Tianyu had been right in his initial guess; someone had done it on purpose, infusing the Phoenix Blood and Soul into Yanran's body.
That person was most likely the old man.
Otherwise, who else would do such a thing?
The two of them were fighting fiercely. Ling Tianyu was extremely cautious, dodging and resisting at the same time. He didn't know when this situation would end and could only wait.
At this moment, Duan Yanran was completely unconscious, her body controlled by the Phoenix Bloodline. Even though her eyes were open, it wasn't really her. These attacking moves and skills clearly weren't hers.
