In an instant, a drop of Soul Blood was extracted and, under Wang Yang's control, directly entered Chen Lin's brow.
"Your two uncles are really stubborn; you explain it. The Soul Blood has my Zhou Tian Mark on it, you cannot use it, and after the Ancient Battlefield, I will return it to them!"
"Remember, the Ancient Battlefield is your only chance for Breaking Through to Holiness; no one can stop you. Put away the tender-heartedness of a young girl!"
"Yes! Young Master!"
Wang Yang nodded, withdrew the suppression, and gestured for Chen Lin to leave with the two others.
After the trio left, Wang Yang rubbed his brow; it was truly headache-inducing, as reasoning didn't work—it required forceful suppression.
"Does the Ancient Battlefield need my Royal Palace's power?"
