"Clang..." The Superior Dead Apostle tapped the little wooden gavel again.
"Silence," the Superior Dead Apostle said. "Next are the grand finale of this Mystic Eyes Auction. Lady Lita Rozay-en, please come to the stage."
Yuan Shikai had come here precisely to find Lita Rozay-en.
Yuan Shikai had dealt with quite a few True Ancestors. He had also made a point of searching for her earlier, but had found nothing.
He could not sense a True Ancestor's presence anywhere on the train. Now, his target was finally about to appear.
The spotlight swung toward the entrance, seemingly to welcome Lita Rozay-en.
But it shone there for a long time without anyone entering, and the venue remained silent.
Only after a minute had passed did everyone begin whispering.
Even the gaunt man who had checked his pocket watch at the beginning took it out from time to time to confirm the time.
With the guest of honor absent, no one else felt comfortable making a fuss.
At last, the gaunt man lost patience and headed toward the door.
Before he could reach it, the doors suddenly swung open-or rather, burst apart.
Beo, in his werewolf form, was knocked inside in a sorry state, wounds covering his body.
Fortunately, he was a Phantasmal Species. Though the injuries looked serious, they were nothing much to him and did not hinder his ability to fight.
Beo kept his eyes fixed on the doorway, where a graceful figure was slowly walking in.
She wore a white dress, her golden curls tied into twin tails, with roses hidden within her crimson eyes.
Noble and beautiful, like a rose, she instantly captured the hearts of a whole crowd of innocent young men.
Those who recognized her, however, instantly began squirming in their seats, cold sweat pouring down