In the Dragon Abyss Sect, within the sect main hall, Blood Slaughter knelt on one knee and cupped his hands, "Master, my father, Dracula I, seeks an audience."
"I won't see him," Yan Rufeng replied decisively.
Blood Slaughter slightly raised his head, a trace of longing flashing in his eyes, "Master, why?"
"No reason."
"Master, Blood Slaughter understands…"
Outside the sect, Blood Slaughter raised his head proudly, "My master does not wish to see you."
"Hmph!"
Old Dracula showed a hint of dissatisfaction, sneering coldly, "Despised Eastern boy, putting on airs. Doesn't he know how many noble families in Europe beg to see me?"
"That's in Europe; this is Huaxia, where things are different," Blood Slaughter replied.
"Hehe…"
Old Dracula laughed disdainfully, "So what if it's Huaxia? Feis, since your master doesn't want to see me, you should hand over the Great Angel Scripture to me."
"Haha…"
