What?
Give me the Blood Clan Holy Artifact?
Hearing this response, Ye Wudao was stunned, then hurriedly shook his head and said, "This, this won't do! How can I take away something so precious to someone else!"
"Mr. Ye, the Saint Court is growing stronger now. Ever since the last emperor of our Blood Clan passed away, our clan has fallen into decline and is chased and hounded by the Saint Court every day. We've had enough of this kind of life!" said one elder of the Blood Clan.
"Exactly, Mr. Ye! As long as the Blood Clan Holy Artifact is entrusted to you, even if we old folks die, we can smile and face the ancestors of the Blood Clan with no regrets!" said another elder, who was plump and heavyset.
"No way!" Ye Wudao shook his head.
He had never liked taking away things that others held dear!
Weil suddenly grabbed Ye Wudao's hand, saying, "Third Brother, you're usually so decisive and ruthless. Why are you being so wishy-washy when it comes to taking advantage? Come with me!"
