The Blood Pool (3)

"Don't tell the truth. The Young Masters are displeased," a voice reminded them.

It was a young man known as the genius of the Luo family, a cousin of Luo Zilin's branch.

Luo Zilin's face darkened, and he threw a dirty look at the man. "Luo Ziheng, you talk too much!"

Although Luo Ziheng wasn't as talented in cultivation as Luo Zilin and his brothers, he was already much better than the others, so he couldn't help but feel proud.

He glanced at Luo Zilin, cupped his hands, and didn't say another word. However, he didn't try to hide the indignant look on his face.

Her surname wasn't Luo, so how could she have the bloodline? Luo Ziheng didn't like the sound of that at all.

Luo Zilin paid no attention to him. His gaze was already on Feng Wu.

"Xiao Wu, don't take it to heart." Although Luo Zilin didn't think that Feng Wu would have too pure a bloodline, he still tried to comfort her.

Feng Wu waved him off. "Don't worry about it."