"A newcomer, from this batch... a Train Conductor?"
In a dark corner of the Blood God Pavilion.
No one would pay attention to this place.
Nor did anyone care about this man.
Li Xiaosheng.
He was lurking in the shadows, gazing up at the young man confronting Alfred in the sky above the Blood God Pavilion.
He was not far away, so he could hear everything Prince Alfred said.
This man, this figure, was clearly the Vampire marquis he had brought inside, the one who shared his name.
But why...
"Li Xiaosheng is fake. He's human... that name, that name is mine... he knows me. He's a Train Conductor from the same batch as me. No, even the same block."
"We know each other. Have I met him? No, or have we spoken?"
"Who is it, who is it, who is it?"
Trembling, Li Xiaosheng pulled a bead from his pocket.
Because Alfred and Ye Qiyan had initiated a duel, communicating with the outside was no longer possible, but checking his friends list was still entirely feasible.
The bead served as the medium for the chatroom and friends list.
He kept scrolling, searching through name after name.
"No, not him. Not this one either. They don't look like this. I've seen them... who is it? Who is it?!"
Suddenly, he reached the bottom of his friends list.
A name belonging to someone who had blocked him, but whom Li Xiaosheng had never removed from his friends, made his pupils abruptly contract.
"Ye... Ye... Ye Qiyan!!!"
His body was trembling.
There was no mistake.
It had to be him!
It could not be anyone else!
Ye Qiyan! Why was he so strong!?
And why had his Train Level reached fourteen!?
Why, why, why!!!!?
Li Xiaosheng clenched his fists tightly, his overwhelming