It had been a few days since Mo Wen had disappeared. Since then, all the vampires that had infiltrated Hua Xia quietly retreated from the country. This time around, there were ten teams of Blood Kindred that had come to Hua Xia. However, only nine teams returned. One team would forever stay in Hua Xia.
Far away in the British Isles, in a secret hall that seemed like a palace hall in an ancient mountain castle, a quaint coffin slowly rose from the ground. The coffin was carved with ancient patterns and inlaid with dark red and silvery-white metal. It appeared rather antiquated and luxurious, like an ancient piece of artwork.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin slowly floated up. A silhouette stood up from the coffin. It was a youth that appeared to be in his twenties. His appearance was rather handsome. There was a faintly discernible evil Qi in the corner of his mouth. If some fangirls saw such a person, they would certainly have screamed out loud.