"What? The Divine Blood that the Holy Master had long been planning to acquire has actually been stolen!"
Bai Xiaohei and Gu JianCheen, the Black and White Yama of the Holy Gu Sect, both showed horrified expressions on their faces.
To dare to steal from the Holy Master was purely a death wish!
Both felt a chill in their hearts as their faces changed.
What kind of existence was the Holy Master?
In their eyes, he was the supreme ruler, the deity in the hearts of the people of Miao Region!
Now, someone had dared to provoke the Holy Master!
"Young Holy Master, the Divine Blood has been stolen, has there been any reaction from Burial Village?"
Gu JianCheen rarely showed a serious expression and asked with a frown.
