Qing Yue and Xia Xin felt very uncomfortable at the moment.
Qing Yue, in particular, felt his nerves throbbing violently, his eardrums almost on the verge of bursting. He covered his ears and couldn't help but expose two sharp fangs, "Damn it, I've never seen this before either!"
He had only heard about the infamous scene of ten thousand ghosts crying simultaneously in Dangshan, and that a renowned master had come to suppress it.
Such sounds haven't appeared since.
That was two or three hundred years ago.
Qing Yue had only heard about it, never seen it with his own eyes.
Jiangli listened to their conversation, frowning slightly, and instinctively looked towards Fu Shiyan to the side.
Fu Shiyan's expression remained calm, showing no signs of abnormality.
When Jiangli looked over, his gaze directly met Jiangli's eyes.
Jiangli's heart inexplicably skipped a beat, a familiar feeling trying to emerge.
Fu Shiyan looked at her, but said nothing.
