"Congratulations on coming out of retreat, President!"
Bloodsea wore a white short robe, his slender build was somewhat handsome. However, his face lacked any trace of blood and was extremely pale.
Especially those eyes, like hooks. You could feel a thick sense of coldness from them.
Bloodsea nodded, rarely showing a trace of a smile, evidently quite satisfied with this retreat. But that smile on his bloodless face seemed a bit odd.
"Did the President advance in refining apertures?" After sensing Bloodsea's aura, a member of the Blood Fiend Guild quickly came over, fawning.
Bloodsea nodded lightly, feeling the abundant power within him, he said flatly, "Hmm... though it was somewhat difficult. But fortunately, I got through it..."
