"Boom"
A thunderclap burst forth.
A blue Thunder Tree slashed through the night.
Immediately following, "Whosh," the heavy rain poured down.
In a room on the sixth floor of the Qingshan Inn, it was dark and non-illuminated.
"Puff"
Suddenly, a flame sparked to life.
Behind the screen, on a cushion, the shriveled eyelids of Fang Family's Ancestor opened; his eyes flickering with an uncertain candlelight.
Then, his figure vanished from the room, appearing above the inn.
His eyes, piercing through the snowy rainy night, scanned both inside and outside Qingshan County, yet nothing unusual was found.
The flames in his eyes slightly receded; he had just felt a strong spatial fluctuation for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.
And now, he couldn't detect it anymore.
Was it an illusion?
No, he knew—it must be those two fellows making trouble today.
Martial Vault of Central Plains Li Family and Human Demon of Sacred Transformation, it seems they didn't take his words seriously.
