"this is ..."
in the palace, the wu brothers, ling, zhong qiao, and even leng miyue were still immersed in absorbing the inheritance.
only bai wushang was still conscious, and he sat face to face with the red dragon emperor.
he caught the second ball of light that flew over.
it was a box with a pile of colorful bottles inside. the bottles were filled with fresh blood, which obviously came from extraordinary creatures.
among them was an ancient scroll of information. bai wushang subconsciously sent a wisp of soul power into it, and immediately his spirit was shaken, as if a bolt of lightning had struck him, and his whole body froze on the spot.
"thank you, your majesty!"
after a long time, bai wushang came back to his senses, and bowed with great solemnity.
but this still couldn't calm the shock and joy in his heart, and a deeper motivation and sense of duty arose spontaneously.
no matter what, he had to get serious this time.
