"Could this also be called the Blood Drop Link Contract?" Xiao Ming asked Xue Mao, his tone calm but laced with a subtle curiosity that betrayed his keen interest.
His sharp eyes flickered with a glint of understanding, as though he already knew the answer but sought confirmation.
Xue Mao's feline eyes widened momentarily, a flicker of surprise dancing within their depths.
It was a fleeting reaction, but one that Xiao Ming, with his razor-sharp perception, caught instantly.
"This kid knows about the Blood Drop Link?" Xue Mao thought, his whiskers twitching in mild astonishment.
"The Blood Drop Link Contract is indeed the deal," Xue Mao began, his voice low and measured, as though explaining a sacred ritual.
