You're Playing the Awkward Card, Huh?

Seeing the vampires on both sides of the red carpet kneel before him, Fang Cheng felt not a shred of surprise.

Because a sentence popped into his head—the three-year term has expired, welcome the Dragon King back to his throne!

Alright, just a joke; this was clearly a welcome ceremony prepared for him by Dracula.

He kept his expression unchanged, stepping onto the red carpet and walking forward, bathed in countless inquisitive gazes.

Although these vampires were forced by Dracula's demand to kneel to show respect and welcome, it did not mean they held even a hint of reverence for him as the "Blood Emperor."

On the contrary, there was more hostility; after all, vampires were natural enemies to one another, and the higher one's level, the easier it was to become a target.

Right now, countless vampires were likely watching Fang Cheng's figure, shouting things in their hearts like, "A real man should be like this, and I could replace him."

Fang Cheng had no interest in lowering himself to the level of these vampires. He restrained his aura and walked forward along the red carpet.

As the distance closed, he could feel a formidable aura, no less than that of a Death Knight, present within the castle.

This must be the aura belonging to Dracula; under his suppression, the other vampires had absolutely no sense of presence.

But beyond that, Fang Cheng could also sense several other auras beside Dracula that were lower than his, yet not weak by any means.

Could they be Dracula's subordinates? That would truly be a gathering of talent.

What puzzled Fang Cheng was that after arriving at the castle, Selina's presence became very vague.

Because of the Dark Consciousness, the two had clearly established a mental connection, and Fang Cheng could unilaterally