"What a 'Seven Flowers Nine Insects,' I never expected a mutation to occur," Zheng Ming remarked with a tinge of exclamation after taking a closer look at the purple blood.
The word "mutation" struck a chord in the ears of Blackheart Old Man, causing his expression to turn even more anxious.
A prescription swiftly formed in Zheng Ming's mind, but he did not plan to reveal it immediately.
The reason was actually quite simple; his time with Zhang Zhongjing's Hero Card hadn't ended yet, and though he couldn't claim to be powerless, any Martial Artist without Rank could slay him.
Zheng Ming naturally wanted to wait, but Blackheart Old Man was becoming impatient. The purple blood and Zheng Ming's mention of a mutation had already thrown him into turmoil.
"Young Master Zheng, my daughter... ," Blackheart Old Man began, wringing his hands, his words laden with worry.
