And while Xue An was still in the Elf Sanctuary.
London.
A woman, sporting twin pigtails, heavy eyeshadow, a form-fitting T-shirt, and bikini shorts, carried a baseball bat nonchalantly as she walked towards the hotel entrance.
She looked up at the hotel's grand doorway.
"To think I'd catch the stench of those despicable blood thralls, it must be this hotel!" she said dismissively, popping a bubblegum bubble.
From the shadows behind her, two men dressed as meticulous gentlemen emerged.
One of them, resigned, said, "Selina, for heaven's sake, you're a Marquis of the Blood Clan, could you not dress like a petty thug from Chelsea?"
Selina rolled her eyes dramatically and flipped him the bird.
"Marcus, do you believe if you keep talking down to me, I wouldn't relish tearing your wings off and grilling them for a snack?"
Having said that, she sashayed into the hotel with a contemptuous look on her face.
The two men behind her exchanged glances.
