Lu Mingshu's expression changed.
She heard something significant.
Was the ruler giving up his chance to transmigrate and reincarnate?
This favor was too substantial!
After all, Xie Xingchen was the descendant of the Demon Emperor; strictly speaking, they were enemies.
The Nine Dragon sighed.
He felt even more conflicted. The ruler was his first master, with whom his feelings were extraordinary. There were entanglements of blood, aura, and memories between him and the ruler. He knew well that once the blood was used, the ruler would forever lose the possibility of revival, even if his soul was recaptured.
But Xie Xingchen was his current master, and he equally didn't wish for any harm to come to Xie Xingchen.
In the end, the Nine Dragon still extended his hand, and a drop of fresh blood appeared in his palm.
The ruler reached out to touch, and the drop of blood flew up, without any hesitation, plunging into the pool.
