Within the circular hall, the Bloodline Clan once again displayed their elegance; they showed no displeasure at the attendees' tardy arrival.
All eyes were fixed on the patch of thick, coagulated blood spreading from the seat down to their feet, as silence descended like death itself.
Unbothered by the quiet, Fu Qian smiled and nodded, openly displaying the vampire's heart in his hand for all to observe.
In most legends, the Bloodline Clan possesses far greater vitality than mortals.
Unless utterly destroyed, killing them is extremely challenging, especially when it comes to their heart—rumored to allow rapid regeneration as long as it remains intact.
But of course, that doesn't apply to the one in his hand.
...
Until moments ago, the one seated here, laying this clever trap, was clearly a key figure among this noble race.
The title of Elder speaks volumes in itself.
The feedback from Fu Qian's perception confirmed the same.
