Chu Zhiyuan spoke of his fortuitous encounter, obtaining and absorbing True Dragon Blood.
"You actually dared to absorb True Dragon Blood?" Li Hongzhao shook her head and said, "You've got some guts."
Chu Zhiyuan smiled at her.
Li Hongzhao got up, carrying a subtle fragrance with her, and approached the stone table in the small pavilion. She started boiling tea and lazily said, "True Blood is the supreme treasure for those of us with bloodlines, but for those without, it's the most domineering poison; one touch and you're dead. You've got to be really lucky."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile.
Li Hongzhao tilted her head to look at him: "That's not right. Could it be that you also have a bloodline?"
"Sort of," Chu Zhiyuan replied, "I practiced a secret technique that stirred a bit of my bloodline."
"True Dragon Bloodline?"
"Yes."
"I haven't heard that your Da Jing people have bloodlines. There doesn't seem to be any bloodline inheritance, right..."
"Hmm—?"
