Tang Ming's gaze fell outside, shooting out two beams of cold light from his eyes.
After Bing Jiancha ate the monster blood bun, he returned to his courtyard with satisfaction.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the taste of the monster blood bun was inexhaustible. Earlier, he was considering what gift to give the Divine Envoy. Now that he thinks about it, the monster blood bun is simply a perfect match.
After tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony, with Bing Jianbo and Bing Feng dead, he could win the favor of the Divine Envoy with the monster blood bun. Bing Jiancha would soon become the king of Wanghai City, and perhaps, the Blood Ancestor might bless him again, allowing him to become an existence like the Divine Envoy.
With these thoughts, Bing Jiancha, filled with happiness, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Cultivators rarely sleep. Most nights, they close their eyes to meditate and enhance their abilities.
