The Golden Crows' Ancestor (1)

"Blood from our ancestor?"

Nearby—Diqiong lost her cool and said in bewilderment, "Chief Elder, you're giving him a drop of the ancestor's blood? Not even the strongest warriors of our clan have ever received such a gift. Worse, he's not even a member of our clan; can he absorb it?"

The Chief Elder said calmly, "Special times call for special measures. This young human friend is not from our kind, but I do hope this generous act can break some sort of boundary. He's a human, but his bloodline has been transformed into that of the Primitive Chaos Clan. He can absorb any bloodline now; however, how much he can absorb will depend on his determination."

Diqiong felt dazed for a moment. She looked at Su Ping with a troubled expression, not saying anything else.

She wasn't jealous of him; rather, she regarded Su Ping as a friend. She was also willing to act in a similar fashion if she could truly give something good to Su Ping and break a certain restraint.