"What help do you want?" Max asked, feeling increasingly curious, the unusualness of which was starting to make him a bit uncomfortable.
Is it my bloodline that's telling me to listen to him? Hm, that shouldn't be the case though.
While Max wondered what was going on with him, Ling Han said, "Young Master, can you conjure an isolation ward around us?"
Shua!
Max waved his hand without hesitation, forming a crimson barrier of Fire Elemental mana and his Bloodline Energy.
Ling Han looked at the barrier with an uncertain look, but then took a deep breath, shifted his gaze to Max, and extended his hand.
As Max stared, an unassuming, small black pyramid-shaped tower appeared in his palm. It had several small cracks all over its surface and its top was even missing.
Max furrowed his brows, not finding anything special about it. He even enveloped it in his bloodline sense, but still found nothing out of the ordinary.
