"Master!"
Zhou Gucheng finally showed emotion, his body trembling for a moment.
He said excitedly, "Master, you have finally appeared. The task you entrusted to me, I am fortunate to have completed without disgrace, guarding the Ancient Blood. However, I do not know where something went wrong, but there has been a constant attack by Netherworld forces attempting to snatch this drop of blood. Among them, some even derived an appearance mimicking your Thunderflame Sword Body, almost succeeding in capturing that drop of blood."
"Hm? There are still people who know of this matter?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan's expression suddenly changed, and then his face immediately became grave.
