Ling Xi then stretched out her hand, and on top of her palm appeared a few drops of pinkish-white blood. "I met you to discuss this thing."
"What kind of blood is that, Senior? Why is it pinkish-white? I can feel an extremely strong aura from the blood," Lian Bing asked with a raised eyebrow.
Ling Xi smiled at her question, and she then explained it to her. "This is the bloodline of my old friend, the Yin Dragon. But she died long ago, and this is all that remains of her bloodline. However, if anyone inherits this bloodline, then their life will depend on Yang Qi. If they don't get enough Yang Qi, then their body will be weak, and they will die if that state lasts too long."
Lian Bing was really shocked to hear that. "Isn't that too dangerous, senior? Moreover, the one who inherits it has to rely on Yang Qi, it's really a disadvantageous situation."
