The moonlight spilled onto the expensive floor, creating mottled shadows.
The incense lamp hadn't been damaged; the entire room was still filled with a faint, tantalizing musk fragrance.
Venerable Qianhua stood quietly amidst the pile of shattered curtains. The cold wind of the deep night slipped through the cracks in the broken windows, and she shivered involuntarily.
But as a Venerable of the Void Realm, she shouldn't feel cold from an ordinary night breeze.
She looked at the enigmatic boy, knowing she was trembling with the fate she was about to face.
Her throat began to move uncontrollably, the two words seemed right at the tip of her tongue.
Don't say it! Can't say it!
She fiercely extended her jade-like hand, gripping her own throat tightly, forcibly swallowing back those two words.
"Put down your hand." You Su continued to command.
