“The thirteen sacred stars? In a faraway world? Sense them with your heart?” Qianye didn’t know what to say. He said after a while, “What do the sacred stars look like?”

“Each tribe can sense a different star. Our tribe’s sacred star is like this…” He drew it out on the ground.

The diagram was crudely drawn, but it was definitely a flower—the flower of dread, the datura.

The datura was the Monroe clan’s insignia, the source of Qianye and Nighteye’s bloodline. This young warrior here could also sense the datura as his sacred star, and this star was also ranked second in the list. This could not be a coincidence.

Qianye picked the man up and looked into his deep red eyes. With a light tap, he sent a sanguine thread into his body and dragged out a drop of blood.

Qianye closed both eyes as he sensed the taste of that blood. After a while, he said, “What’s your name?”

“Su… Shi.”

“This name…”

“What’s wrong?”

Qianye shook his head. “Nothing. Why would you pick this name?”

Su Shi looked puzzled. “My father...