Sorry, and Thank You
The Bloodstone Patriarch didn't just spend the past few months training disciples. Riding his gigantic Blood Beast, he went on several expeditions, destroying opposing factions and plundering resources with ruthless efficiency.
If the Divine Tailor was the superstar that made countless ladies swoon and drew influential men's admiration, then the Bloodstone Patriarch was the terror whose sanguine mask and Thousand-Soul Immolation Flag kept the brave awake at night.
But thankfully, he seemed content with the colossal mountain range occupied by the Bloodstone Cult, and didn't seem willing to add more territory to his portfolio — even the territory from conquered factions was either abandoned or left for vassals to exploit.