Chapter 620: The Trading City

"The so-called legacy of your Skyrat clan means nothing to me," the little mouse said, chin tipped up in haughty disdain. The Skyrat King almost exploded, yet the memory of how terrifying the little mouse was made him choke back his fury. His blood had begun to seethe, especially the ancient strain in his veins, which the little mouse completely suppressed. In that instant he recalled an old legend, the one about bloodline suppression. It was said that certain exalted beast clans possessed blood...