The Ancient City was silent; not even the sound of night insects could be heard. Especially in the latter part of the night, there was not a breath of wind, making it feel like a sealed stone chamber.
Silent and soundless, large swathes of dark clouds appeared, black as ink, covering the sky. The stars and moon disappeared; the earth plunged into darkness, becoming even more deathly silent.
Late at night, dark clouds loomed oppressively overhead like a black pot, a heavy atmosphere pressed down, and an intense storm seemed poised to strike at any moment.
Black mist surged, spreading in all directions. Several figures moved like spectral entities, stepping with mysterious footwork, entering the dark courtyard without a sound.
Some couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to make a move. Ye Fan and his companions were eyeing a few ghost-like shadows, yet their thoughts weren't focused on them but rather gazing into the void.
