Seeing the vampires kneeling on both sides of the red carpet, Fang Cheng felt no surprise at all.
A line popped into his head: The three-year term is up. We welcome the Dragon King back to his throne!
All right, just kidding. This was obviously a welcoming ceremony Dracula had prepared for him.
Without changing expression, he walked forward along the red carpet, bathed in countless curious gazes.
At Dracula's insistence, these vampires had no choice but to kneel to Fang Cheng as a sign of respect and welcome. That didn't mean they had any respect for this "Blood Emperor."
On the contrary, they were more hostile than anything. Vampires were natural enemies to one another, and the higher their rank, the more likely they were to become targets.
By now, countless vampires were probably watching Fang Cheng's figure and thinking things like, A man should be like this! I could take his place!
Fang Cheng had no interest in stooping to the level of this bunch. Keeping his aura in check, he continued along the red carpet.
As he drew closer, he could sense a powerful presence inside the castle, no weaker than the Death Knight's.
It was probably Dracula's aura. Under his suppression, the other vampires barely registered.
But Fang Cheng could also sense several presences near Dracula's that were a little weaker than his, but still quite formidable.
Were they Dracula's subordinates? He certainly had a wealth of talent at his disposal.
What puzzled Fang Cheng was how indistinct Selina's presence had become after he arrived at the castle.
Thanks to the Dark Consciousness, the two of them had already established a mental link, allowing Fang Cheng to pinpoint her location unilaterally.
Selina should have been inside the castle, but her precise location was unclear. He couldn't