Xia Ji, however, didn't care in the slightest about Han Qingjue's sarcastic jabs. The corners of her lips lifted. "Indeed, it's very difficult to get close to that little girl. That man by her side isn't human, he's a Ghost King. It's just that he's still a tiny bit short of a true Ghost King. Staying at that little girl's side, I'm guessing he also wants to leech off that little girl's Blood."
"After the Divine Clan perished, for a Divine Level being to appear again in this world has become almost impossible. So opportunity is extremely important—miss this one time, and there will be no more chances." Xia Ji tossed a silver needle to Han Qingjue. "What I want you to do is very simple. Just take this needle and jab it into that little girl once. It will draw the Blood on its own, and then you just hand the needle to me. As for how to get close to that little girl—have you forgotten there's still Xue Xi!"
