Ao Canghai paused, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "I earnestly invite you to join forces with me."
Wang Xiu turned and walked away. "Isn't this the second invitation? You're full of lies. I can't trust you!"
Ao Canghai was dumbfounded. What in the world... He couldn't keep up with Wang Xiu's train of thought. He was about to remind him. Does he really not want a treasure like the Primordial Spirit Iron?
Suddenly, a great disturbance arose from the Blood Pool. The blood mist churned, and countless motes of Divine Essence scattered like fireflies, flying away in all directions. The Blood Pool, which had existed for countless years, seemed to lose some fundamental support, its light dimming as it gradually became ordinary.
