"It really is a fortuitous encounter from the heavens, such luck, alas!"
Feng Long remarked inside Su Yie's mind, his words filled with envy.
It is a rare sight for a Sword Soul to envy its Sword Master, but with him and Su Yie, it was a common occurrence.
"The formation of a Spirit Blood Pool requires time and fortune. Such a large Spirit Blood Pool is worth a fortune. Su, that fellow truly likes you, anyone else would hesitate to offer it to a stranger."
Xue Yi followed with his comment, feeling somewhat envious but more joyful.
"But how many beings has this boy killed, that aura of murder, tsk tsk." Feng Long continued to lament, filled with curiosity toward Li Huahun.
"The slaughter a thousand years ago, could he be Xue Yi?" Xue Yi guessed.
Xue Yi?
While practicing his cultivation, Su Yie's mind stirred, and without needing to ask, Feng Long began to exclaim.
"Xue Yi? Impossible, isn't Xue Yi the reincarnation of an Ancient Evil God, and also hideously ugly, not human?"
