The patriarch sitting on the throne looked at the nine golden dragon marks surrounding Ye Mo, and his pupils slightly contracted. He had not expected that the younger generation's bloodline mutation could reach this level, comparable to his own bloodline power.
"Everyone, please quiet down."
The patriarch waved his hand, and the hall immediately fell silent. He then said, "Ye Mo, you have condensed nine golden dragon patterns, your bloodline talent is not inferior to mine. You will be significantly nurtured by our clan, are you willing to join our Ancient Azure Dragon Clan?"
"I am willing!"
Ye Mo nodded. Such a good opportunity, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
"With your bloodline talent, I can immediately grant you the status of an elder, and even the next Clan Leader could be you, but you must agree to one condition for me."
The patriarch remained calm, showing no emotional fluctuations.
