"What... is it you want to say?"
Shen Lingxue had never seen Jiang Xinghai look so serious. "It's not that... my constitution isn't suited for Martial Arts, is it?"
"No, quite the opposite."
Jiang Xinghai placed his hands on Shen Lingxue's shoulders. "But I need a drop of blood from your fingertip. Quickly!"
"Give you a drop of my blood?" Shen Lingxue was completely bewildered.
But the door was suddenly pushed open, and an annoyed Shen Lingyin burst in. "Jiang Xinghai, make yourself clear! Are you trying to take my sister's first blood?"
"*A* drop of blood," Jiang Xinghai corrected.
In truth, he had indeed taken Shen Lingxue's first blood long ago.
"Lingyin, didn't I tell you not to eavesdrop?"
Shen Lingxue shot Shen Lingyin a look, then raised her slender, pale finger to Jiang Xinghai. "Go on, take it."
Without another word, Jiang Xinghai took out a silver needle and pricked Shen Lingxue's ring finger.
"Give me half an hour."
