After hearing Han Ji's words, Zhang Yan glanced at him and chuckled, "Brother Han, you're carrying a Mystic Blood Pill with you? Could it be that you have long planned for this, or perhaps, you already knew there were Blood Essence Sect disciples here?"
Han Ji gave a bitter smile and said, "Brother Zhang, you misunderstand. I have been stagnant in cultivating Mysterious Skill for six years, knowing full well there is no hope for me. Thus, I've entertained the thought of switching to Demon Skill. Last year, I spared no effort to acquire a Demon Sect scripture, intending to use this trip to the Demon Cave to find some devils to cultivate with, then consume this pill to enhance my cultivation. I truly did not anticipate encountering Blood Essence Sect disciples here beforehand."
As if to make his words more convincing, he pulled a booklet from his sleeve, respectfully holding it with both hands, and handed it to Zhang Yan. "Brother, see for yourself. This is the book."
