"Mr. Xiao... impressive!"
Yang Jing was speechless for a long while before finally uttering his amazement.
"Domain Master Yang, I need you to do me a favor."
Xiao Mu suddenly looked at Yang Jing.
Yang Jing promptly said, "Mr. Xiao, please tell me. As long as it's within my power, I will do my utmost."
"It's not that serious. I just need a drop of your blood, that's all," Xiao Mu said with a smile.
"A drop of blood?" Yang Jing looked puzzled, unable to guess what Xiao Mu intended to do.
"Is that too difficult for you, Domain Master Yang?" Xiao Mu's smile did not wane.
Yang Jing hastened to reply, "No, no, it's not difficult at all."
As he spoke, he extended his right hand, his index finger and thumb pinched together, gently rubbing them to create friction. Power burst forth between the two fingers, and a small cut appeared on the pad of his index finger, from which a drop of blood emerged.
