Huangfuming was originally staring blankly at the distant sky, no matter how she tried, she couldn't pull him away. Hearing her shout, his eyes turned, and indeed, he saw a small splash of blood on the fox fur collar of his snow-white robe, starkly contrasting red and white, glaringly conspicuous. Yet, under the washing of the rainwater, those streaks of blood gradually faded in color.
Huangfuming dazedly said, "It's not my blood..." Suddenly coming to his senses, he rushed into the VIP room without a word, directly back to his own room, slamming the door shut with a bang, leaving Jin Manyan outside.
The cultivators in the VIP room looked at each other, not knowing what had gotten into this guy.
