Cattaleya's words carried confidence, and for a moment the room seemed lighter, less oppressive. But then the silence returned.
Lin Mu studied her carefully.
She spoke with the ease of someone who had not only studied such matters but had lived among them. He exchanged a brief look with Daoist Chu, who had also raised an eyebrow.
Both of them were thinking the same thing: Cattaleya clearly knew far more about blood arts than she let on.
Daoist Chu broke the silence. "Cattaleya… how exactly do you know this? This is not common knowledge, even among immortal sects."
Cattaleya tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint smile. "My clan has its own methods. Nothing sinister, before you wonder. But I was raised among teachings that dealt with blood as a medium, not as a taboo.
We have libraries filled with assimilation techniques, purification methods, and alternatives. The only difference is that ours are not drenched in resentment. They are tools, not curses."
