As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the corridor dropped noticeably.
The crowd, watching him, silently dispersed,
Many slipped away, vanishing in a moment.
"Young man, I'll take the voucher in your hand,"
The man said.
He was even wearing black eyeshadow, wrapped in a black trench coat, revealing sharp teeth when he spoke.
"Vampire?" Shen Ye asked.
"You should call me Vampire King Schumann," the man said coldly.
"Alright then, Vampire King Schumann, what's your price?" Shen Ye inquired.
Schumann grinned, pulling out a long sword from his bosom and placing it before Shen Ye.
The moment the sword was drawn, it radiated layers of mysterious grey light.
"They don't understand you, but I do,"
The Vampire leaned forward, whispering into Shen Ye's ear.
"You understand me?" Shen Ye questioned.
"You're a Blade Master, in urgent need of a long sword imbued with the Power of Truth—I happen to have one here,"
Schumann's tone became slow and seductive:
