Farther south lay the Huai River, and Jiang Yang decided to spend some time as a landlord.
So he took his dozen or so guards and settled in Haozhou, north of the Huai River.
At the same time, he bought a large ship to maintain contact between the eastern and western worlds.
And so it went.
More than a decade later.
Dante crossed the oceans and came to Haozhou to seek out Jiang Yang.
When they met again.
The once-handsome young man had become a mature, steady middle-aged man.
Beside him was a beautiful woman with bright red lips.
Looking at her features, Jiang Yang discovered that she was actually a Blood Clan girl.
Her bright red eyes, extremely pale skin, and two blood fangs all marked her as a daughter of the Blood Clan.
There was, however, something unusual about her.
She could walk in the sunlight, a trait possessed only by Blood Clan nobles in Ancient Times.
Before Jiang Yang could ask, Dante looked fondly at the girl beside him and explained.
"Uncle Jiang Yang, I found Alice in an ancient ruin. She's very kind, not as cruel as those dark creatures of the Blood Clan today."
Alice lowered her head shyly.
Jiang Yang smiled.
"In Ancient Times, the Blood Clan was also a great clan in its own right. As nobles of a powerful clan, they never had to worry about food or clothing, so naturally they had no need to do evil."
Of course, in Ancient Times, all the myriad races were powerful. The Blood Clan really did not rank among the formidable ones, nor did they have the ability to do evil.
"You don't object?"
Dante asked in delighted surprise.
In his heart, apart from his deceased father, his fallen mother, and the master who