Subsequently, the hunters heard an even more shrill, even more majestic tone. Compared to the madness-inducing melody of distant violins, it sounded more reassured, more accommodating, with a specific goal in mind—but simultaneously taunting and mocking.

Hong Xi, feeling uncomfortable, clutched her ears tightly, but she suddenly found that the tone seemed to pierce through her soul. Clutching her ears was useless.

The witch of dreams remarked, "Enjoy the banquet."

Her gaze was intent and seemed to convey a deeper meaning. Zhang Lie was just about to ask her to explain when the doors to the great hall were flung open.

Countless servants...