Fang Xing's body was as thin as dried branches, but his blood was extremely thick and as vibrantly red as a ruby. Since he hadn't had any food or water in the past two years of seclusion, most of the water in his blood had dried up, leaving behind only the most precious and concentrated blood containing a huge amount of power and essence that left an indescribable scent in the air.
The Golden Cores were a bit surprised to see such a thing. 'This blood is quite rare; this child is definitely not ordinary….' The female young master was also surprised for a few moments, and she suddenly thought that since this bastard's blood was so rare, using it as a lure would be a great idea.
