Then, he took out the 5000-year Snow Lotus. It was sky-blue in color and exuded a strong cold Qi. After eating it, his martial cultivation increased by another 500 years.
He had broken through to Lv 7 martial King realm and was 3650 years away from the next realm.
He took out the spiritual paper.
[Spiritual paper: double effect.]
It was only four words, but it was terrifyingly strong.
He placed the spiritual paper on the table and took out the Saint pen of finishing touch. His eyes fell on his right wrist.
Sensing Xiao ran's gaze, the Vermilion Bird let out a bitter smile and flew out.
"Here."
He felt that he didn't need Xiao ran to say anything and handed over the ten drops of blood essence.
"Yes." Xiao ran nodded.
A reminder.
"Don't be in a hurry to go back,"
Ignoring it, he placed ten drops of blood essence on the inkstone, stirred it evenly, dipped a little, and wrote eight big words: "hold my son's hand, grow old with him."
