You all shouldn't have come!
Qin Liuxi suddenly looked up at Qi Juren, his face showing compassion and sadness, as if he were feeling a bit guilty and remorseful.
Qin Liuxi abruptly stood up and looked outside. Just a moment ago, the sunset was hanging high, but now it had suddenly set, and the sky had turned dark in an instant.
Strange for there not to be ghosts.
"It's yin energy," Teng Zhao said, standing at the door and looking at the pervasive yin energy, which was thick and as cold as a snake wrapping around, biting to the bone.
"Protect yourself." Qin Liuxi pressed a hand on his shoulder.
Teng Zhao drew the peach wood seven-star sword from his back, saying, "Master, be careful."
There was a hint of excitement in his tone; this was the rhythm of fighting alongside his master!
"What are you foolishly smiling about?" Qin Liuxi chided.
