Isabel struggled to sort out her muddled thoughts and finally looked at the figure on the ground.

A ghostly figure flashed to the side of the person on the ground, and with slender, fair fingers, Qin Mo was turned over, revealing an unusually pale face.

"rub!"

A ball of crimson-black and gold flames suddenly burst out of Qin Mo's body, enveloping him completely, and it seemed to be fighting Isabel with all its might.

Isabel recognized this flame; it was the Nirvana Flame within Qin Mo's unique physique. But the Little Nirvana Flame that had previously filled her with immense fear... now gave her a sense of closeness.

"Knock knock knock!"

The two were less than a meter apart, yet their heartbeats resonated in a mysterious way, causing Isabelle's expression to turn strange as she recalled a possibility.

Isabel strained her sense of smell to its limit and then detected the scent of Qin Mo's blood.

She incredulously pressed her nose against her arm, sniffing it several times before confirming the possibility.

"What is this? I... my bloodline has been transformed... and by this 'little guy'?"

The usually cold and noble vampire princess angrily tore at her hair with both hands, pondering a crucial question.

"From now on... we can't call him 'little guy' anymore... but what should we call him?"

If Dracula and other vampire bigwigs saw Isabel in her current state, they would be absolutely shocked. How could the ruthless "Windsor Rose" be so hung up on a single issue? If there's anything she can't understand, she just kills it.

"No... I will never call you 'father'... never!"

Isabel stared sharply at Qin Mo, her two small fangs peeking out again. The deep darkness enveloped the entire cave, leaving only the crimson-black flames of Little Nirvana flickering within.