The young girl gazed at the Shennong Altar before her.
Her words carried a hint of regret.
It was like that before, and now it is the same again, truly frustrating.
"What?"
The old man behind her heard this and his expression turned somewhat gloomy: "Holy Daughter, that is the only drop of sacred blood left by our ancestor Jiangs. Even the Ancestor Star doesn't have it; we must take it back."
Shennong, one of the Three Human Emperors, known as the Flame Emperor, with the surname Jiang!
"Why take it back?"
The young girl directly spoke, "The ancestor's sacred blood is meant for the destined, for those capable of it."
"Since that person was able to get hold of it, it means they are meant to have this fortune, it cannot be forced."
