"Two more distinguished guests are on their way. They may not arrive until tomorrow."
Dracula offered Fang Cheng an explanation, then turned to the four guests. "I believe everyone already knows Mr. Fang. His name has appeared in the news quite often lately, but allow me to introduce him once more. Fang Cheng, the Blood Emperor, defeated Isis, the Blood Queen, and that loathsome Death Knight. He is a rising star among our undead."
The vampires below erupted in cheers as if on cue, shouting Fang Cheng's name and title.
Watching the lively scene, Fang Cheng wore a modest expression.
Good grief, are you really trying to make this awkward?
Of the four distinguished guests, only Joyce the Werewolf smiled and clapped gently. The other three barely reacted, but Joyce didn't seem embarrassed.
Dracula raised his hands slightly, and the cheers stopped at once. "Now that all our distinguished guests have arrived, let the Night Banquet begin."
Fang Cheng looked around the hall. There was nothing here besides vampires. Were they supposed to bite each other for entertainment?
Curious, he watched Dracula raise his hands and clap softly.
"Clap, clap!"
At the sound, everyone's vision blurred, and the entire castle began to turn.
Fang Cheng keenly sensed a change in space, but didn't rush to react.
When his vision cleared, he found that everyone had appeared on a spacious viewing platform.
A round table stood before them, already laden with steaming food.
Aside from Dracula, the four distinguished guests, and the pair of young vampires behind him, all the other vampires had disappeared.
Fang Cheng turned to look outside the viewing platform.
Beyond it lay a theater. A stage with its curtain drawn stood in the middle, and viewing platforms of various sizes filled the circular space. The vampires who