Hearing the answer, Chen Changsheng felt slightly happy for some unknown reason, and then he felt slightly proud. He said, “Thank you.”
She replied, “No worries.”
“Anyway, I have a senior. I believe anything he says.” Chen Changsheng changed the topic again.
Xu Yourong asked seriously, “Regarding your blood, what did your senior say?”
Chen Changsheng said, “Senior said that only a Saint could resist the enticement of my blood.”
Xu Yourong thought, why was he so stubborn? As a result, she continued the conversation.
“Since your blood has not been completely drained, it means that no one has ever gone through the experience of the enticement.”
“There is.”
“Who?”
“Senior.”
“... You are still alive, proving that he did not drink your blood. But didn’t he say that only Saints could resist that sort of enticement?”
“Yes, my senior is a Saint.”
