After the strange game had made up its mind, it pretended that nothing had happened and floated in the sky obediently.
Seeing that it had stopped, di xuanting said to Yun chujiu, “Drip your blood!”
Yun chujiu nodded obediently, bit her finger and dripped the blood into the bowl.
The blood slowly spread in the water, and golden threads gradually grew out and began to gather bit by bit.
Yun Chujiu’s eyes widened in surprise. Oh My, it’s so magical?
However, when she saw di xuanting and the others’calm expressions, she knew that this should be a routine operation. Any bloodline of the Di family could achieve such an effect.
This fellow couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. The methods of the sea race were indeed formidable. A small pill could make her blood look fake and fake.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but think of Yun Qianli. That imposter might have relied on such a pill to pass the bloodline verification of the Yun family of the Holy Mountain.