Mistress, that ceramic bottle is so big, it won't completely drain Yin Lvqing's blood, will it?
"Mistress, do we fill it up?"
Zhen Wu looked at the ceramic bottle on the table with some horror and asked faintly.
"Of course, we have to fill it up!" Lin Caisang said as if it were a matter of course.
"Who knows how many dangers that place holds. To get through, we'll definitely need a lot of royal blood. Baiqing's blood is after all a generation removed, it's not as good as using Yin Lvqing's blood.
He is the son of Emperor Ziyan, less a generation removed, so the effect should be greater."
"Okay, Mistress."
Zhe Jue and Zhen Wu responded in unison.
The discarded Yin Lvqing on the ground was truly terrified by Lin Caisang's words.
Glancing at the ceramic bottle on the table, he thought about how he had already been injured and had vomited quite a bit of blood.
If he were to fill such a large bottle with blood, wouldn't that cost him half his life?
