Chapter 164

Accompanied by a deep, resonant bass rumble, the heavy doors slowly swung open. White light spilled from the crack, and turbulent currents of air transformed into a thousand swirling, howling gales. "Hum—!" The gates opened entirely. Heavy footsteps intruded into the throne room. A figure incompatible with the light stood upon the aisle leading to the ruler. Dracula raised his head, his gaze piercing through the long audience hall to look up at the rows of steps above. Han Jing still could not believe that a casual remark from Jiang Fan had genuinely led to the culprit's vehicle; no wonder her brother had praised Jiang Fan earlier. The light of the tea cup cast a bright reflection on the lattice window, and a faint, sweet yet fragrant aroma drifted from the perfectly round vessel. Li Yi gently lifted the lid of the freshly brewed tea. Judging purely by its color, a pure and translucent red liquid exuded a shallow fragrance—this was black tea.