In the courtyard, a gentle breeze blew.
The scent of blood mixed with the smell of medicinal herbs spread around the yard.
This was Jiang Hao's blood, who had not yet recovered. His blood continued to flow, but it would ignite as soon as it left his body to avoid contaminating the surroundings and impacting the environment.
As a True Immortal, even his blood carried great power.
If someone collected it, it would have consequences.
Jiang Hao felt rather awkward. He did not know how to respond to Hong Yuye's question.
Should he say that was Smiling San Sheng and had nothing to do with him?
Although that was the truth, it felt somewhat shameful.
"I've made a fool of myself in front of you, Senior." Jiang Hao lowered his head.
Fortunately, the one who had claimed to win before was Smiling San Sheng, not Jiang Hao.
Only Smiling San Sheng and Gu Jin could say such things with such arrogance.
