The grocery store seemed to have returned to its former self.
Huai Yin lay on the reclining chair, leisurely enjoying the battles aboard the Bren Hill, watching with unrestrained delight.
Jing Ci had changed into a brand-new suit, opened a bottle of whiskey for himself, and stared at the fiery explosion in the distance. He said faintly, "Just for a drop of the Ancient God's Blood, they're willing to risk their lives. These people don't even know who created the Ancient God's Blood, yet they'd throw their lives away for it."
"If they've been infected, then their only hope lies in gambling everything on the Ancient God's Blood. For most people, they lack the talent for evolution. Compared to losing freedom, they're more terrified of death."
Huai Yin chuckled, "If that Supreme happens to be sleeping, then that would be blood well-earned."
