All that blood, boiled dry, yielded only seven drops of Silver Blood.
"So this is Silver Blood?" Qin Ziwen gazed at the seven drops in the pot, swirling it gently.
The silver droplets rolled around inside like mercury.
Mogu said, "You can touch it with your bare hands."
Qin Ziwen poured the contents of the pot into his hand.
The silver droplets landed in his palm, unexpectedly heavy, like iron beads.
He gave one a squeeze. It was somewhat elastic and felt warm and smooth to the touch.
Qin Ziwen said, intrigued, "Interesting."
He used Insight.
[Level 3 Marvel] Silver Blood (Minute) (A bloodline-type Marvel that can enhance one's life source after being processed via a special method.)
'So the Silver Blood is a Level 3 Marvel.'
'The quantity is just a little small, though.'
'Judging by the description, its effect must be just as Mogu said. It needs to be processed through a special method, which I assume means cooking.'
