Qing Chen asked with a faint smile, "I thought you might secretly keep it."
The Great Elder waved impatiently, "Can I be like you knights? Besides, this time you helped block the Chen Clan's way to the Fire Pit, I owe you one."
Qing Chen shook the crystal vial containing the God's blood, preserved over millennia.
He always felt that Ren Xiaosu's blood was different from ordinary people, and upon closer inspection, it seemed to glimmer faintly.
He put away the God's blood; this would be the key to developing the A-Class Genetic Potion in City Number 10.
Qing Chen looked at the experimental subject, "You said you ate five companions. Where are their bones? You surely couldn't have chewed their bones to pieces."
"I buried them outside. Go around to the back of the lab, and you'll see the graves on the open ground. I piled them up with stones I found in the river. Sometimes I sit there for a while," the experimental subject said.
