"Yes. The old lord used his immortal blood for divination."
"..."
"..."
Zhu Qing and Su Xiaobai exchanged glances.
Something wasn't right.
If the Blood Warlord had already foreseen his death… Then why hadn't he prevented it Why did it feel like his death wasn't a mistake… but an inevitability?
Why did it feel like… The story of the Blood Warlord wasn't as simple as it seemed?
Before Su Xiaobai could voice his thoughts—
Yi Muqing tilted her head, then lazily pointed to a kneeling figure beside them.
"Lord, that's his son. You could just ask him."
Ku Rong, Crimson Butcher. The towering warlord general remained kneeling, his massive frame as still as the frozen valley around him.
Yet—
The moment his name was mentioned… His fists clenched. His body shook. His eyes turned bloodshot. The ground beneath him cracked.
And then—
Without looking up, he let out a low, ragged breath.
