Zhang Ziling pursed her lips in a playful smile inside, jokingly saying, "Does that mean we're going to merge our bloodlines?"
Long Fei coughed lightly twice and said, "Not really. This divine blood is just a part of the bloodline within my body, which I refined separately. If you insist on saying that, then you might as well consider yourself my daughter."
Zhang Ziling burst into laughter and reminded him, "My father has very sharp hearing. Aren't you afraid of getting spanked for saying that?"
Long Fei laughed heartily, "Just kidding, the Emperor isn't that petty, right? Besides, if I save you, I'd become his disciple. It's not disgraceful for a master to scold his disciple."
"I hope it works!"
With eyes full of anticipation, Zhang Ziling followed his instructions, quickly raised a porcelain bottle, and drew Long Fei's blood from it.
The Radiant and masculine Blood Qi rolled, causing the temperature in the room to suddenly increase.
This blood even carried a fiery glow.
