Huang Mingfa was still rambling on. I hadn’t told the others about this scoundrel’s affairs. Master Frank Yuan sat quietly nearby, while Lord Shenyan’s face grew increasingly sour.
"If you dare to lie to us..."
"No, no, I wouldn’t dare. I’m just a cowardly scoundrel, just trying to survive—how could I possibly lie to you?"
But then my cousin suddenly grinned.
"Isn’t this perfect? The Dark Banquet."
Immediately, Lord Shenyan’s furrowed brow relaxed, and he nodded slightly.
"It really is a good idea."
I let out a confused sound, glancing at Huang Mingfa and then at my cousin. He raised his hand, and suddenly my eyes widened—it was an invitation to the Dark Banquet.
"Why do you have one, cousin?"
My cousin scratched his forehead, then chuckled.