The imperial clan patrols, shaking the ten directions.
But this time, it is the old patriarch of the Green Emperor Clan, leading the crowd southward.
Along the way, many powerful evil creatures came to seek allegiance, hoping to become vassals of the imperial clan and ascend to the bloodline of gods and demons.
"Emperor..." An elder in a long robe was about to speak, but suddenly paused and whispered, "Old patriarch, we've gathered many evil creatures along the way, they will surely fight for merit as we head south!"
"Thirty-six tribes of the Human Clan, it sounds like a lot. If distributed to these evil creatures, the blood food we old subordinates receive will be significantly reduced."
"Upon arriving in a new realm, one must first establish power, then bestow grace... If the grace towards old subordinates isn't ample, rebellion will surely arise."
