Che Quan looked up, his gaze carrying an unmistakably stern demand for an explanation.
But when he saw the silver-haired boy, he froze.
The mask the boy had always worn was gone.
In its place was a face he could not have known better.
Strong-featured, handsome, pale, yet still touched with youthful innocence.
Blood and dust stained it, but those unmistakably youthful eyes shone as they looked at him.
"Your Highness, you're awake."
Che Quan did not answer.
The boy soon realized how easily this scene could be misunderstood.
He was the only Half-Human Half-Vampire in the Old Castle.
Though the innate abilities of Half-Human Half-Vampires fell far short of those of Pureblood Vampires, they had one unique advantage.
They did not fear the Pure Silver Cross.
As though to prove that everything in the world had its balance, the stronger a Pureblood Vampire was, the less they could withstand the Pure Silver Cross.
If a Pure Silver Cross pierced their heart, their soul would be destroyed forever.
And in the present circumstances, he was clearly the prime suspect in the murder of those two guards.
Seeing Che Quan's guarded stance, the light in the silver-haired boy's eyes slowly dimmed and died. He stopped a short distance from Che Quan, lowered his head slightly, and said:
"Your Highness, I won't hurt you. I never will."
The boy spoke with solemn conviction.
Che Quan did not respond.
He was trying to work out what exactly was going on.
Two seconds later, both Che Quan and the young Jiang Cong heard a noise outside the Old Castle's main doors.
Then the Old Castle's doors were shoved open, and a vampire rushed inside, looking frantic and anxious.
At the sight of the silver-haired boy in front of Che Quan, the vampire screamed desperately,