However, Blue Old Man himself was completely indifferent to this and still wore an expression of enjoyment.
Taking a deep breath, Blue Old Man had an uncontrollable joy on his face; the first step was unexpectedly smooth.
"It seems the king has already prepared many things in advance for the Young Master!" Blue Old Man thought to himself.
Then, he glanced at the second drop of essence blood still suspended in mid-air, smiled slightly, and then formed his right hand into the shape of a blade, slashing down fiercely on his left arm.
Poof...
A gust of gale swept by, and Blue Old Man's left arm fell in response. However, it did not plummet but instead burst into a dark green thick mist with a sound, dispersing yet remaining coherent, gathering and scattering unpredictably around Blue Old Man.
Blue Old Man groaned, waved his single hand, and that cloud of blue mist shot out sharply, completely enveloping the drop of blood in mid-air.
