"Alright, it seems this opportunity belongs to him. I won't interfere." The girl in red closed her eyes with a Buddhist-like calm, surrendering the chance to Xiao Zheng, accepting that he could absorb as much as he could.
On the night of the full moon, when she was powerless and being hunted by werewolves, it was Xiao Zheng who saved her life. Earlier in the secret realm, when she was nearly killed by the ferocious will of the fangs, it was Xiao Zheng who pulled her back from the brink of death. He even left the Netherworld King's fangs to her. Compared to all that, a mere pool of blood energy was nothing.
Moreover, at this moment, for some reason, seeing Xiao Zheng frantically absorbing the blood pool's energy and continually growing stronger, the girl in red felt a sense of joy—a pure emotion that arose when witnessing someone she cared about grow in power.
"I hope he can break through to the Late Stage Martial Saint."
