"Meng Tian, how is it? Have any new Seeds of Hope appeared?"
While Meng Tian was vexed, an old man with white hair, also wearing a Ghost Mask, walked in.
He was Bo Gu, a man who had dedicated his life to the Path of Blood Refinement. Although he had not managed to research the true Art of Blood Refinement, he had practiced it on himself for so many years that his very blood had begun to change. His vitality was exuberant. Though he could no longer practice martial arts, he could still live to be over two hundred.
What truly worried him, however, was the future of the Path of Blood Refinement. The number of people who wanted to become Blood Refiners was dwindling. At this rate, in another hundred years, there might not even be a hundred Blood Refiners left in the entire Immortal Emperor Realm. By then, it was likely no one would bother to research Blood Refinement at all. He had come to see if there were any Seeds of Hope.
