Eyrothia, Nashaxi.

This was a small country in Eyrothia, which was not very well known globally. It was a small country with a low population.

At most, there were only hundreds of thousands of people.

The Blood Race’s headquarters was situated in this country.

Within a luxurious castle in Nashaxi, the First Blood Emperor knelt on the floor.

On the head seat of the main hall, an elderly man with pale skin and long hair was seated. He looked to be more than a hundred years old.

The elderly man looked very old.

His pale skin lacked a rosy tint, making him look terrifying.

“Grand Patriarch.”

The First Blood Emperor knelt on the ground and said respectfully, “The outside world is spreading stories about our family. The rumors are about how our family started a thousand years ago, the dragon blood within our family, and how one would be granted immortality after acquiring dragon blood.”

“Has word already gotten out about us?”

The elderly man sitting in the head seat murmured, “I k