Being able to casually bestow such treasure blood, the strength of the Saintly Venerable before him likely far exceeds imagination. To become a blood servant of such a strong being, for the Blood Race, is it not also an honor?
Ma Shangsi felt a surge of excitement and, without further hesitation, even felt a tearful gratitude: "Thank you, Saintly Venerable!"
He reached out to grasp that drop of treasure blood. The golden hue, rich with saintliness, as soon as it touched his hand, seeped into Ma Shangsi's palm like flowing water. The next moment, his expression changed drastically, a low growl emanated from his throat, and his surging mana and blood Qi went into a frenzy.
In fact, this place was not a suitable environment for refining Sacred Blood, especially with the suppression of the Yin-Yang Great Millstone. It would be best to leave this place and find a secluded spot outside.
