"Ningbao, why did you say that I am the Blood Ancestor?"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the Blood Ancestor has been killed quietly by you, and there are no disciples. You pretend to be him and just cut off your identity. But in order to make this identity more complete, you naturally have to draw a visualization picture and write a few sentences of mental methods so that you can be perfect. Others will definitely come to find the Blood Ancestor's inheritance. When they find the one you draw, the matter will be right and it will be over.

Don't worry, it doesn't matter whether you draw well or not. If you draw poorly, it means that the Blood Ancestor is seriously injured and dies, trying to leave the inheritance, but it ends up failing. So, Master, just draw it all in one go."

Xia Yuan was stunned, "Wait!"

“Hey?”

"Who is Blood Ancestor? When did I kill him??"

Ning Bao covered his mouth and laughed.

This smile is clear without explanation, it is just a good thing I did in those four years.

Xia Yuan was speechless.

But he wanted to put an end to this fake identity quickly.

After thinking about it, he lifted his pen and wrote the first sentence a few times on the paper.

Ning Bao looked over and saw a line of verse written on the paper:
Chapter completed!