The More Wu Yun thought about it, the more frightened he became. He could not care less about Hei Xinjiu’s provocation and quickly floated away.
Hei Xinjiu handed the newly obtained cloud wings to Little Wu Yun to refine. She held her chin and pondered. The last time she fished for the cloud wings, it seemed to be because her blood had gotten onto the cloud wings. Could it be that her blood was unusual?
The guy then recalled the exquisite coffin that was found in the underground of the residence of reflection in the chaos origin sect. The exquisite coffin was made of a trunk of a ‘citron’and was suspended in midair with four chains.
When her blood soaked into the stone slab, the chains that had turned into four black flood dragons broke. Could it be that there was something special about her blood?
