Xiao Lingqiu groggily followed Li Guanshi out of the room.
Looking up, indeed, a mass of oppressive thunderclouds was hovering overhead.
The thunderclouds were so dark they were almost black, but around the edges, they emitted a chilling blue-purple color. Inside, lightning flickered incessantly, like countless silver snakes writhing madly.
The surrounding air seemed to tremble under this oppressive force, emitting a faint, deep humming.
The other people in the manor were also awakened by the noise and came to investigate.
Jiang Que was the first to arrive at the courtyard.
The young girl looked up at the terrifying storm clouds and asked Xiao Lingqiu, who was standing outside, in a delicate voice: "What's happening? Where is Jiang Mo?"
Xiao Lingqiu was about to speak when she suddenly saw a woman in a black dress silently appear on the roof opposite, her cold eyes fixed on the small house behind her, the hem of her dress fluttering.
