Keimor’s blood rushed to his face in a fit of fury and shame. He was a vampire marquis, an expert akin to a rank-sixteen human expert and someone on a completely different level compared to Qianye. Presently, Qianye was far ahead on the Heartseeker Path while Keimor was looking pretty much exhausted. It was just as Elder Wei had said—he was far inferior to Qianye both in terms of willpower and accumulations.

With his thoughts in disarray, the crate he was carrying became even heavier and almost like a small mountain on his back. His aura became unstable, and one of his legs nearly gave way.

Caroline moved back and grabbed the crate. “Let me carry it.”

Both thankful and embarrassed, Keimor said with a bow, “Thank you for the help, Your Excellency Caroline.”

Elder Wei shook his head. “It’s no use helping a fellow who only knows how to depend on his bloodline, he definitely won’t reach the top.”

Caroline said, “He is, after all, a capable general of our neutral lands and I am its citizen. I can’t stand by and do nothing. Besides, that Qianye is so crafty and full of schemes, it’s always better to have more...