Yu Zhizhi could see what was happening in the Divine Hall Illusion Realm—the familiar red round table she had visited many times before.
But this was the first time she had seen so many people sitting at the round table...
The time was almost up.
At the empty seat for Number Two, a dark figure gradually appeared.
The Cat Clan youth tilted his head and looked over. Dressed in a black robe, Dracula wore a mysterious and magnificent golden mask. It had been a long time. Yu Ling could sense the gentle waves of his spiritual power, and the faint golden array beneath his feet.
Seeing him, the Cat Clan youth felt both surprised and, at the same time, that it was only to be expected.
'Dracula actually came?'
'Dracula should be here.'
'Then—'
He looked across from him to the other end of the round table, where one seat was still empty. He wondered if its owner would appear.
