Inside a tent.
Standing beside the ice coffin, Nangong Wulian stared at Ye Baiyi, who was still in a deep sleep, and murmured to himself, "Why is he still unconscious? He is supposed to be awake by now. Is it because the base level of the blood fiends was not high enough?"
In the ice coffin, Ye Baiyi looked as if he was really just sleeping. His long hair was like seagrass, and his eyes were closed.
A wicked smile appeared on Nangong Wulian’s face, "Let me add some more tonics."
Then he walked out of the camp, and caught sight of a group of people in preparation to go to the battlefield. The leader looked familiar. Nangong Wulian remembered his background and murmured, "It turns out to be him."
That man was Xing Shan. He’d once received blood refinement at the Beast Venom Temple. He was the one who held the record in blood refinement before the Red Devil.
