Sang Mo didn't look at Bai Zhi, speaking as if to himself. "Our clan was forsaken by the Beast God. We are exceptionally talented and cultivate much faster than other Beastmen. What takes them a month, we can do in just a few days. But for one day each month, our superpowers vanish, leaving us incredibly weak. What's more, no one has ever reached SSS-level; the strongest only ever made it to the Peak of SS Level. And once we turn thirty, our bodies begin to decline. It's like a punishment placed upon our clan."
"My father refused to accept his fate and searched for many remedies, but nothing worked. He grew weaker by the day until someone told him it was a curse. This person said he could transfer the curse to someone else by swapping his blood with that of a close relative. The purer their blood, the better the effect would be. And that's why I was born."
When Sang Mo reached this point, he couldn't help but let out a scornful laugh.
