Xiao Jihan's fingers trembled slightly, his cold and clear eyes showing a look of surprise, and even his gaze trembled fiercely.
He could hardly believe it, so he mobilized his body's Bloodline Power to feel it carefully.
This time, the feeling was very real; it was his bloodline.
At this moment, his pupils contracted slightly, that usual ink-black color covered with cold snow suddenly shimmered with brilliance, like a frozen lake surface suddenly cracked open, revealing the burning light beneath.
His steady breathing was half a beat off, and the corners of his eyes had a faint reddening color.
His throat tightened, yet he didn't utter a word; only the slight, almost imperceptible tension in his expression concealed the indescribable shock and ecstasy.
Su Muyao hadn't heard Xiao Jihan's voice the whole time, and he was unusually silent.
