Dozens of figures stood quietly beneath the villa's dim lights; they had been waiting for Gao Zhiming. The figures were of all ages, and they only had one thing in common—their unusually pale skin.0

Their pale skin had proven their identity, but compared to their counterparts in the seascape, the Blood Clan members on the surface world were more modern in terms of clothing.1

For example, the thin man at the helm was wearing a tracksuit with three stripes, and the hat on his bald head was worn askew. He was squatting at the helm of the group and was smoking some pot.0

Magnus' eyes were narrowed as he stared at the bizarre-looking visitor.0

"Welcome, welcome. It's been a long time since I've had some guests here," Magnus said coldly.0

"I come in peace." Gao Zhiming raised his head. He followed Anna's instructions...0