This time, did the blood fusion succeed? Feeling the vast vitality and blood within his body, Zheng Ming's heart was somewhat stirred.
Pushing open the door of the cavernous abode, the towering figure of He Luotu met Zheng Ming's gaze. Upon seeing Zheng Ming, He Luotu rushed excitedly toward him.
"Greetings, Master!" As He Luotu approached within a little over a meter of Zheng Ming, he respectfully knelt down.
Through his heart's understanding, Zheng Ming could see that this subordinate's excitement was utterly sincere. He gently waved his hand and said, "Rise."
"The Supreme Sacrificer said the Master would need at least half a month to emerge, yet Master, you only took seven days! Master, you... you are truly heaven..." He Luotu's face was flushed red with anxiety, clearly wanting to flatter Zheng Ming, but stumbled over his words, unable to express them.
Clearly, flattering was not something He Luotu was skilled at. This path.
Zheng Ming chuckled, "It was just good luck!"
