"Why is this happening!? Why are so many people suddenly attacking us like mad dogs? What on earth has happened!" In the solemn, high-rise rotating conference room of the Alrose Family in London, an extremely aged, blond elder slammed his fist hard against the stone round table in front of him, bellowing with a pale expression.
Perhaps because he was too agitated, a pair of purple wings swirling with silver speckles burst from his back with a sharp WHOOSH. An oppressive, bloodthirsty smell permeated the dim conference room, releasing the terrifying and powerful aura unique to a Blood Clan Marquis.
This man was none other than one of the most powerful elders in the Alrose Family of London: Navas Alros.
His Cultivation Realm had reached the pinnacle of a Marquis, and at any moment, he could 'return to his ancestors and ascend,' transforming into a great and noble Blood Clan Duke. At that point, the Alrose Family's status in London would change dramatically.
