Qianye simply gazed at Medanzo, with knitted brows that displayed his skeptical attitude.

Medanzo laughed wryly. “I know this goes against common sense, but Andruil’s existence itself goes against common sense. Normally, the Black-Winged Monarch would forever have to be the Black-Winged Monarch, even after becoming a supreme or beyond. Yet, he could not become a supreme as the Black-Winged Monarch. As vampires, we are inherently powerful, but we are also bound by our bloodlines. Our paths will always end at a certain height. This is the truth.”

After reaching his current level, Qianye had also come to understand much about bloodlines and the fetters it posed on the person. It could...