Ye Wudao's blood dripped onto the Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl. In that instant, five elderly men stared intently at the bowl.
Ye Wudao's expression was indifferent.
He was indeed Ye Lingtian's son, and there was no faking that!
However, the Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl showed no reaction whatsoever.
One minute!
Two minutes!
Five minutes!
Still no sign!
"Eh, what's going on? Why isn't there any movement from the Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl?"
"Normally, the blood should trigger a reaction as soon as it drops on the Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl!"
"Could it be that the Thousand-Year Ancient Bowl is broken?"
"Impossible, this treasure was personally crafted by our ancestors; there's no way it could be broken!"
The several elders discussed. Suddenly, one elder said, "Could it be that this child is not from our Ye Emperor Clan, which is why there's no reaction?"
In an instant, all the elders' gazes turned cold as they looked straight at Ye Wudao.
Don't mess with me!
