Qing Tong also smiled. "I want half of it to be brought back to the Eastern Sea. I promise I won't kill them to get their blood essence."
She wouldn't kill them. She would take them after they died.
Han Muye understood.
He nodded.
Qing Tong looked up and muttered.
The heavenly cranes danced in the air as their bodies shrank to the size of ordinary white cranes.
Then the white cranes circled and danced, causing the entire Heavenly Crane Ridge to tremble.
"Boom!"
A ball of golden light flew out from the mountain ridge.
Qing Tong reached out and grabbed it, a smile on his face.
True Dragon Bones.
Han Muye could feel that manic power from afar.
This was the manifestation of the violent power from his bloodline.
Wild and arrogant.
"Swoosh—"
With a soft sound, a cloud mark flashed across the sky.
He narrowed his eyes.
Is this the Heavenly Crane Wings?
