The Golden Blood Boy—his golden blood truly lives up to its reputation, its efficacy heaven-piercing. Just a single trickle of nosebleed actually allowed Wang Xiaoqiang's crippled left arm to recover by nearly half.
Wang Xiaoqiang moved his left arm, his eyes shining as he secretly marveled, feeling quite gratified in his heart. Jiangh Churan was also dumbstruck when she saw this, her heart likewise filled with relief. Only now did the two of them finally understand why so many powerful figures would risk life and death to seize their two sons—because their blood was unimaginably precious.
But precisely because it was his sons' blood, Wang Xiaoqiang felt a huge sense of guilt. His eyes quickly dimmed, his face turning somewhat ugly, his expression apologetic.
