At the same time, the list of ingredients that were used for the bowl of black soup appeared in Song Shuhang's mind. Now, he only needed to copy down the list to win three consecutive rounds.
Song Shuhang looked at the black bowl in front of him. When he had been spurting out blood, he had quickly moved away so that none of his blood would contaminate the soup.
It had been quite a long time since he last spurted blood like this. He felt that he might have lost a bit too much blood this time.
Under normal circumstances, if Song Shuhang had used the secret appraisal technique on something like an ancient evil dragon's descendant, he absolutely should not have spewed out blood so violently, the only exception being if this descendant had strength that was at or above the Ninth Stage.