At this moment, Feng Hao truly felt stark naked. Facing the Thief Master's powerful Divine Sense, he couldn't hide a thing.
Cold sweat trickled down his temples, his heart in turmoil. He glanced up at Lin Luo and the other two, then looked back at the old Thief Master and asked gravely, "Can I trust you?"
The Thief Master was slightly taken aback, his expression turning peculiar. "What, is your second bloodline that special?"
"It is a little special," Feng Hao said with the utmost seriousness.
The Thief Master pondered for a long while before nodding. "Everyone present is trustworthy. Just say it."
"Well..." Feng Hao hesitated. It took him a long time to make up his mind before he grit his teeth and said, "Actually, I don't have a second bloodline, but my [Black-Pupil] has a mutation ability."
"A mutated bloodline?" the Thief Master mused, gesturing for Feng Hao to continue.
