At this moment, the bright moonlight was gradually obscured by the clouds, and then, both inside and outside the manor, a thick fog surged. The fog came quickly, enveloping the area almost in the blink of an eye.
It really felt a bit like an isolated island depicted in the movies.
The air was heavy, sticky, and gave an indescribable sense of discomfort.
Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes narrowed, and she pulled Zhou Xia towards the main door of the Ancient Castle at a quick pace.
Zhou Xia muttered, "… why is there so much fog these days? If it rains tomorrow, we won't be able to go out…"
"Let's discuss it tomorrow." Gu Qiaoqiao replied nonchalantly.
Before they could act, the diligent old butler had already opened the door for them.
Standing in the hall, Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't help but glance at the bas-relief on the wall. Under the bright light, the round stone seemed to emit an eerie glow, but the malevolent energy on it was no longer present.
