Both of Moore's twins had pale faces, resting against Liu Zhenhan's chest, bone-chillingly cold.
The two coughed intermittently, which empted Liu Zhenhan's heart painfully. The twin Blood Infants were premature, clearly inherently frail, and without any mana or physical stamina, continuing to stay in this cave-like mountain cave would likely lead to illness.
Thinking of other Moore mages with Blood Beast-like physiques, Liu Zhenhan couldn't help but sigh involuntarily.
"We're going home!" Liu Zhenhan, holding the two Blood Infants, stood up shakily, feeling the world spinning around him before he caught his breath and stabilized himself.
The "Blood Feeding Method" was indeed too perilous, Liu Zhenhan thought back to how it felt like a pump had been attached to his body, extracting mana and blood, still somewhat fearful.
"Daddy, your face is so pale," the third son finally stopped coughing, his little face turning bright red.
