"No, actually, I don't want to become the emperor. Right now, I'm living a very happy life. If he can come back, I'll be even happier." Qin Yue thought of Li Xuan, and her heart immediately warmed up.
"If that's the case, that's good too."
Grandpa Tian nodded, and a small white porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in his hand. It was very small, only a little bigger than a wine cup, and its entire body was emitting a faint halo.
The moment the small porcelain bottle appeared, the entire space shook. It was as if this space could not bear the existence of the small porcelain bottle.
"There are three drops of blood in here. Take one drop every month. It will be of great help to your strength. Do not give it to others. Only you can take the blood."
Grandpa Tian's turbid eyes became clear. He looked at Qin Yue with a kind gaze. Then, his eyes became more turbid and the aura of death around him became denser.
"Grandpa Tian."