If he knew earlier, he should have sold that blood for spirit stones.
The person in front of him sighed and said, "A single drop of blood can rival spirit medicines; I wonder just what kind of figure this senior is. If I could become that person's disciple, that would be great."
"That's right, that's right," the young man nodded.
He continued to walk about and gather more information.
What he heard was all the same: No one had found anything, and the only gains that people had made was the spirit blood.
Some people guessed that the senior had left already, while others said that someone had found the senior and was hiding him.
There were all kinds of guesses, but no one had any evidence.
After going around and seeing that no one suspected him, the young man felt quite at ease.
After walking around, he bought some food before returning home.
Within the room, the person was still lying on the bed with a pale face, looking incredibly weak.
