"To become the moon in the next life, huh…"
Out in the starry void, Ning Fan's low murmur drifted now and then.
With all matters concluded, Ning Fan finally felt a trace of weakness in his Demon Seal. His figure paused involuntarily as he stood in the void, and he took out a palm-sized little wine jar from his storage pouch.
This was naturally a Divine Skill transformation. Once the Divine Skill was activated, this wine jar could grow to the size of high mountains; it was precisely the wine jar the Qinglian Sword Clan used to store Primordial Chaos Blood Wine.
It turned out Ning Fan had long since, without a sound, taken all that blood wine away. With his methods, using Instant Shift to take some items was simply not something ordinary people could block or detect.
"This battle consumed far too much Demon Seal; even the ancestral blood has been exhausted. I still have to rely on this wine to restore my foundation…"
