Old Master Chen forcefully closed his eyes, refusing to entertain that possibility any further.
Once the eldest son regains consciousness...
A trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Those who make mistakes must pay the price.
Gu Shengyin walked to Chen Biyue's bedside.
She looked at the pale man; his survival meant his soul still existed somewhere in this world.
As long as the Soul Body was intact, she was confident in pulling him back.
She turned: "Old Mr. Chen, please step back. White Tiger."
The White Tiger let out a howl, indicating its understanding.
It walked to the corner with Old Master Chen, tasked with protecting him.
Gu Shengyin needed little preparation.
She sliced her middle finger, letting a drop of blood fall onto Chen Biyue's forehead.
Curiously, the blood settled and coalesced into a smooth, glossy Blood Bead, like a cinnabar mole blossoming between his brows, accentuating the pale complexion with otherworldly beauty.
