In the hands of an average Joe, the Blood Path would be frail and faint, crumbling at the slightest touch, scattering with a mere pat.However, the Quayle family was a breed apart.The Quayle had deep and powerful roots, riding on the coattails of a nation's golden streak and boasting a millennium of prosperity.Their Blood Path, a slender thread of crimson, writhed like a miniature dragon, its rich hue reminiscent of the fiery Phoenix Blossom from the depths of hell.With the Imperial Court as their only competitor, the Quayles were unsurpassed in Lindorm, the top dog among noble houses.A Terrestrial Immortal held court within their walls—who dared challenge them?Clearly, Nuben Quayle had made a bad bet.He wanted to be the only big fish in Lindorm, untouchable in his lofty perch. He had planned to kill Ashton, but he dragged his feet for too long.A master of self-cultivation like Ashton was leagues beyond any old-school warriors. After his Syferia Glacial Plains adventure,
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