"Tell us the method for condensing a Racial Bloodline, and I'll provide you with food and medicine."
"Heh, and here I was wondering why you were suddenly so kind. Turns out, you just want me to teach you the method? Simple. Have any of you broken through to the noble rank?"
"Broken through to noble? What do you mean?"
Shirel stared at Zhao Chi in disbelief. "Why would you even ask that? Doesn't your Snowfield City have plenty of Human Nobles?"
Zhao Chi said, "Just answer my questions. You're not the one who gets to ask them."
Shirel snorted. "Such ignorant Humans. You have to at least break through to the noble rank before you can pass down or condense a Racial Bloodline. And only those with a noble Identity can become a Bloodline Master or a Bloodline Inheritor."
'So there was a rule like that?'
Zhao Chi had never encountered this kind of information before.
It wasn't taught in the academy.
And there were no relevant materials in the library.
