"My apologies. I just happen to know a little," Shen Lang said casually.
"The Blood Race Saintess, hmm? Legend says she's the reincarnation of a mighty expert from the Desolate Ancient Era, blessed by the Blood Ancestor, making her status incredibly noble. In reality, though, a story circulates among the Blood Race: the Saintess is actually nothing more than a sacrifice, meant to open the Blood Ancestor Tomb in the years to come..."
"To put it nicely, her status is revered. To put it bluntly, she's a sacrifice for the Blood Race. The fact that you consider yourself an ill-omened person suggests you've already figured out your final end, haven't you?"
"Wh-why do you know all this so clearly? Could it be that everyone on the continent... now knows these things about the Blood Race in such detail?"
The silver-haired girl gave a pained smile, her voice incredibly bitter.
Shen Lang fell silent, not even offering a single word of comfort.
