Pure Blood

What was going on now?

Why did her blood of the same origin point to the Far East continent? Could it be that Stitch Matriarch had once visited that distant land?

"Have you reached a conclusion?" Xia Fan's voice interrupted Feleton's thoughts.

"Ah... yes. Lady Qian Yan does indeed possess Primordial Blood. She is undoubtedly of the highest bloodline." He suppressed his stray thoughts and dropped to one knee before Qian Yan. "I am Feleton Stitch. It is an honor to meet you, my lady."

The Key of the Zodiac had only one means of activation: the blood of The Creator.

The fact that she could make the statue turn already proved the nobility of her bloodline.

"That proves it?" Li eyed Feleton skeptically, then turned to Qian Yan. "But she has been in the Fang family since birth... Living Dead cannot pass anything down through childbirth, either. If she is a high-ranking Bloodkin, then what about Qian Zhi? What about the other Living Dead?"

"You mean there are many people like her... in the East?" Feleton asked in astonishment.

"At the most, there were several hundred." Qian Yan nodded.

"And none of them need to drink blood?"

"I've never heard of such a habit."

"This..." Feleton was at a loss as well. If those people were all Qian Yan's descendants, their bloodline should naturally have grown weaker with each generation. But if there had been no corresponding decline in their abilities, it would overturn everything the Bloodkin believed in.

It might even affect Natating's current political structure.

"You should get up before we continue." Xia Fan seemed quite relaxed. "Perhaps the Living Dead are no longer Bloodkin in the traditional sense. Naturally, you will get no explanation by forcing your common sense onto them. Oh, doesn't Qian Yan have