Draining Soul Weapon

There were many people in this big hall, numbering to the thousands, but their attention was all focused on the front, so no one had noticed Xia Fei's entrance.

Xia Fei was on the third floor, and through the metal railings, he could clearly see that there was a hastily set-up altar below, almost as if they were having a meeting.

Undercurrents amid the silence, these warriors seemed to be highly vigilant toward one another. Evidently, these people were not together, so what were they all doing, gathered together like this? Xia Fei was curious, so he hid in a shadowy corner and silently waited.

All of a sudden, Xia Fei spotted a very familiar pair of eyes in the crowd. Though this person's head and face were covered by a gray cloak, Xia Fei could tell who she was: Zesyr Night.

Strange. What would the Venus of Eternal Night's esteemed young lady be doing alone in this remote star region? How was there not a single bodyguard beside her?