Rodney quietly sighed to himself.
So much time had passed that the clansmen no longer recognized the former High Priest.
That was fine; if even the clansmen did not recognize him, then the God Clan guards would be even less likely to notice him.
Rodney reached forward, and a plum blossom-shaped death imprint blossomed in the palm of his hand.
Upon seeing the imprint, the eyes of the two Dark Clan members immediately widened in shock. They stared at it intently, and an impulse of submission rose in their hearts.
Both of them knelt before Rodney in unison.
"Greetings, Nether Emperor."
Rodney had received a temporary imprint from the Nether Emperor while in prison.
Seeing the imprint was like the Nether Emperor himself had arrived.
It was a memory inscribed in the bloodlines of all Dark Clan members, passed down through inheritance.
"Rise. How is Sores? Take me to see him."
"Yes!"
...
Three hours later.
