With her eyes slightly closed, her fingertips squeezed, a burst of blood shot out and hung in the air.
"Let's form a Blood Covenant."
Ren Feifan was taken aback. What the hell! Had this Rakshasa Witch really agreed?
This woman changed her mind faster than flipping a book.
Hadn't she just refused a second ago, and now she's directly contributing blood?
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Wu Yu Daoist's white-bearded mouth.
There was no exaggeration in his words, he merely used persuasion.
Which cultivator in Huaxia did not want to obtain the cultivation methods of Saint Doctor's Gate?
Even Wu Yu Daoist himself was so. Didn't he have some selfishness when he originally found Ren Feifan?
Ren Feifan looked at the Rakshasa Witch's pure blood suspended in air, as red as a flower in a raging flame.
Without any hesitation, he squeezed his fingers too and a drop of blood emerged likewise.
His fingers morphed swiftly, like shifting shadows.
