C586 Accepting a Disciple
The elder from Forgeroses, his face contorting in shock, let out a cry of alarm.
A wisp of his vitality, having shot out from his body, beheld the Blood Altar in Yu Yuan's little world, forged from the Sunsorrow of the giant beast.
His vitality, like an eye, fixated on the altar that shimmered like blood jade, flickering incessantly.
Whoosh!
The Blood Altar
