The Origin of Wu Dao and Long Shuli

Wu Dao's eyes, hidden beneath the black cloak, fixed on Su Jinxuan. In the dim light, his skin appeared dark and spotted, giving him a ferocious and terrifying appearance.

"Are you threatening me?" Su Jinxuan's body tensed up. "I... I dare not!"

Though he feared Wu Dao, he was acutely aware that only Wu Dao could save him in his current predicament.

"Master, please save me. Considering the blood shed by both my sister and me for you, I implore you to heal me. I will ensure Su Yingxue's demise in return!" Su Jinxuan pleaded with all his might.

He resembled a man hanging from a cliff, clinging desperately to any hope of survival.

However, Wu Dao paid him no heed. From his sleeve, he produced a thick needle and callously drew blood from Su Jinxuan.

While Wu Dao's demeanor remained grim, a glimmer of desire and excitement flickered in his eyes at the sight of fresh blood.