Leng Qing created a talisman once more, and this time the process was very brief. He placed the new talismanic water on the table and said, "The Pride, pass your blood in."
Jing Changle complied, and as soon as he saw the blood entering the talismanic water, it instantly exploded. Although the explosion was abrupt, it didn't give a domineering impression; instead, it was gentle.
Seeing this, Leng Qing furrowed his brows slightly.
Sun Zhancheng noticed and asked, "Elder Leng, how is it?"
Leng Qing looked at the shape of the blood in the cup, shook his head, lifted his eyes to glance at Jing Changle, and said, "Although there's hope for healing, it's not very optimistic."
Sun Zhancheng immediately stated, "No matter what it takes, we must heal the Pride."
He knew that whenever Leng Qing spoke this way, the chances were slim. Even if there was hope, it would likely take years, possibly even a decade or more. Otherwise, he wouldn't say such things.
