"Soul-devouring Blood Curse? Soul-devouring Blood Curse... not good..." Upon hearing these four words, Elder Zheng Da felt a sense of familiarity. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly snapped out of it, as if he had remembered something. His face changed drastically, and he exclaimed loudly. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from his original spot, as if breaking through the boundaries of space, and appeared in front of Zhu Bufan in an instant.
"Zhou Zichu! This is your good son!"
The calm expression on Elder Zheng Da's face had long disappeared. A mix of horror, fear, and anger twisted his features, making them appear extremely terrifying.
Then, Elder Zheng Da pressed his palms together, his eyes filled with solemnity.
Green specks of light danced like elves on his fingertips.
Next, Elder Zheng Da slightly parted his tightly pressed palms, forming a gesture as if holding water.
