Above the sky, a golden land floats.
In a palace, a tall, handsome young man in a golden robe violently heaves his chest, anger surging in his eyes.
"Useless! A bunch of worthless things!"
He shouted angrily, sweeping a fierce wind through the hall, shattering the jade cups and treasures on the table to pieces, golden shards flying everywhere.
"Just a few destitute merfolk remnants, and yet you let them escape!"
His anger roiling, he felt more apprehension and surprise in his heart.
Who could have anticipated that a desperate blood sacrifice by defeated clansmen would, against all odds, forge a Sixth Level Bloodline Saint Child!
This development completely exceeded his expectations.
After venting for a while, the young man gradually suppressed the anger in his chest, calming his heart spirit.
He understood that this matter was no trivial affair; the birth of a Sixth Level Bloodline among the merfolk would bring endless troubles, and he must report to his father immediately.
