Wang Ling stayed in a luxurious inn. He found staying in there comfortable.
As he sat on top of the bed, Wang Ling held a crimson vial containing refined blood of devils.
"Fifty-five blood of devils refined to fit inside such a tiny vial. I can feel it even when I am standing here. Why don't you increase the purity of your bloodline? With that amount I doubt won't be enough to elevate it." Bai Xue commented as she sat by the window.
Turning to her, Wang Ling shook his head, "I can't do that just yet. My fun will be ruined if I do that, and I can tell that I need to first elevate my Holy Lord bloodline another rank else it would get devoured."
"So, thinning the wall between the two was not such a good idea after all. But let me ask you this, is your blood essences still intact? Or have it gotten devoured by the two bloodlines already?"