Cattaleya had no idea that Lin Mu's own backing stretched into realms and powers that dwarfed what she hinted at. Still, he did not dismiss her words outright.
Instead, he leaned forward slightly, voice calm. "How much blood are we talking about?"
Cattaleya's lips curled into a sharper smile. "Normal blood won't do. What I need is your blood essence. Only then can it merge with my clan's inheritance. But with your body and vitality?" She gestured toward him, her gaze sweeping over his towering physique. "Parting with a little essence won't harm you at all. It will recover before long."
Lin Mu's expression remained unreadable, but inside, he weighed the proposition carefully.
It wasn't that he feared the loss of blood essence; his body could endure it.
