The blood treasure was placed on the desk with a crisp sound, suggesting its hardness was like an iron hammer pounding on Liang Qu's heart, leaving him gasping, causing his blood to flow backward.
"Origins? What origins?" Liang Qu lowered his gaze, glancing at the mystical "blood treasure" with its faint streaks of blood on the desk, his expression unchanged as he calmed his mind, quickly organizing his words, "Master, is there a misunderstanding or error in judgment?
