"You brat, you have some skills!"
The Blood Monk looked at his scorched palm and let out a sinister laugh.
Jiang Xiaobai replied, "Old bald donkey, your skills are even higher. Caught in your hands, whether to kill or to flay, at your discretion."
The Blood Monk said, "I worked hard to capture you back, so how could I bear to kill you? Brat, but if you wish to court death, I wouldn't hesitate to butcher you. There are two paths before you now; it depends on your choice."
"May I ask what those two paths are?" Jiang Xiaobai thought that this Blood Monk seemed unlikely to kill him for now, giving him time to negotiate.
The Blood Monk chuckled, "One is the path of life, the other the path of thought. The path of life is for you to teach me what you've learned. Of course, I won't mistreat you; my Blood Handprint is one of the top-level Divine Skills in the world. In exchange, I'll teach you the Blood Handprint. It's a fair trade, no one loses."
