Back at the Bloodfiend Den, Celeste Grant appeared on the livestream camera.
She smiled faintly and said, "To all my ladies watching, I'm sure you're all dying to know the name of the elder who was just playing the flute. I can't tell you that... Our elder values his peace and quiet and doesn't like to be disturbed. So, all I can tell you is... he's Elder Sawyer of our Bloodfiend Den."
"The first performance is over. What would you like to see next?"
At her words, the viewers stared at the chat box—where everyone was muted—and gritted their teeth. 'Her question is completely pointless,' they thought. 'We can't send a single message.'
Then, they heard her speak again.
"Oh, whoops... I forgot you can't send messages. But that's alright. We've prepared other performances for you. Next up, we'll treat you to some dances and songs from the female cultivators of our Bloodfiend Den. Don't blink now, let's enjoy the show."
In the next moment.
