Are You Provoking Me?

"There are two more distinguished guests on their way; they likely won't arrive until tomorrow."

Dracula offered this explanation to Fang Cheng before turning to the four guests. "Everyone, I am sure you are all already familiar with Mr. Fang. His name has been appearing in the news quite frequently of late, but allow me to introduce him once more: the Blood Emperor, Fang Cheng. Having defeated the Blood Queen Isis and that tiresome Death Knight, he is the rising star of our Undead race."

The vampires below erupted into cheers as if on cue, chanting Fang Cheng's name and title.

Watching the lively scene, Fang Cheng maintained a humble expression.

Good grief, are you really going to play this awkward game with me?

Of the four guests, only Joyce the werewolf smiled and clapped lightly. The other three remained unmoved, though Dracula did not seem bothered by the lack of response.

Dracula raised his hands slightly, and the cheering ceased instantly. "Since all the guests have arrived, let the Night Banquet begin."

Fang Cheng looked around the hall. Aside from the vampires, there was nothing else here. Were they expected to watch the vampires bite each other for entertainment?

Just as he was wondering, he saw Dracula raise his hands and clap twice.

"Clap! Clap!"

As the sound echoed, everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and the entire castle seemed to rotate.

Fang Cheng keenly sensed a shift in space, but he did not rush to react.

When his vision cleared, Fang Cheng found that everyone had appeared on a spacious observation deck.

In front of them was a round table already laden with steaming hot food.

Except for Dracula, the four guests, and the pair of young vampires behind him, the other vampires were nowhere to be