At the auction scene in the Holy Temple, the screen displayed a drop of golden blood.
In an instant, the entire hall fell deathly silent.
Only the sound of urgent, heavy breathing echoed, resembling someone who had been single for decades laying eyes on a naked peerless beauty, or a traveler in the desert stumbling upon an oasis.
This was redemption, and also hope.
"Everyone, get ready. There's no need to spend a fortune to outbid for the Ancient God's Blood, nor to fight them in the Octagonal Cage. Just target the final buyer and strike directly."
An elderly man on the brink of death sat in a secluded corner, wearing a mask. His pale hair draped down as his voice resonated in everyone's mind: "Our subordinates don't have any candidates who can compete. Even if they did, they wouldn't be as strong as that person under Third Master just now. There's no hope."
If this old man's identity were revealed, it would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar.
Li Qingsong.
