C592 Newborn Saint Blood(2)

Zhu Qing had a dream. It was a very long dream, but he had forgotten what he had dreamt of. Everything was covered by a thick layer of fog. He couldn't see or see clearly.

This was a journey of souls. The only harvest of this journey seemed to be the drop of blood that had fused with the soul.

However, this drop of blood was originally Zhu Qing's. It could not be considered a harvest. At most