Damon did not waste time and quickly teleported to the exact location his bloodline thread pointed to. He appeared inside a small bakery. No one noticed. His [Stealth] was still active.
The warm smell of fresh bread filled the room. Fire crackled softly inside the stone oven while flour dust floated lazily through the air.
There was a middle-aged man who was kneading dough frantically. "Oh shit. I am super late today. I have a dozen delivery orders today." He murmured as he continued kneading.
This guy right here possessed the same primordial bloodline as him? Damon couldn't believe it. Not only was mana absent, but the world did not even have modern inventions and electricity. It was truly a backwater world.
Damon stood silently behind the man, his [Stealth] still perfectly active, crimson eyes studying him carefully.
