Ye Qingchen and Xiao Xiao had just walked out of the Xue Family gates when they sensed a strange aura permeating the surrounding forest.
The trees around them were eerily quiet, even the sounds of birds and beasts had vanished, as if the wind itself had been frozen by this bizarre silence.
The sunlight filtered through the dense leaves and scattered to the ground, yet it carried no warmth, only an indescribable chill.
Ye Qingchen furrowed his brow slightly, his gaze sharp as an eagle.
He slowly raised his hand, signaling Xiao Xiao to stop walking, and whispered, "Be careful, there's something strange."
Xiao Xiao also felt uneasy, glanced around, and discovered that a faint black fog was emanating from the surrounding trees.
This black fog did not resemble ordinary mist; rather, it seemed like some sort of evil force quietly stirring in the shadows, ready to pounce on them at any moment.
Xiao Xiao couldn't help but swallow hard.
