Dracula didn't ask any more questions.
He slowly closed his eyes to rest and recuperate.
Yu Zhizhi had used up a lot of her spiritual power. She changed into her rabbit form and hopped onto the wooden table.
There was a small window here.
'After we left the inn that day, Dracula left a mark. I wonder if the Little Octopus ever went back...?'
The storm had, for a rare change, stopped. Through the wall, she could hear the Hamster and his wife talking about what to eat tomorrow, how their little ones could start practicing basic Spiritual Techniques, and so on.
Dracula heard their conversation as well.
He recalled their time in the Underground City, how the Snow Eagle cub would always cling to this Rabbit Clan female. The image of them together, hazy and warm like a sunset, surfaced in his mind—a stark contrast to the dark, cold tones of the Underground City.
Wife.
That word, in particular, caught his attention.
