The Chen Family Manor was vast, with the backyard connected to a private garden.
Pavilions, towers, rockeries, and flowing water were all that remained in the dark, like a traditional ink wash landscape painting.
The surroundings were so quiet that the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by the wind could be heard, and even the sound of insects was absent.
Only the moonlight wrapped in mist made the surroundings even more eerie and terrifying.
In the darkness, a fireball floated in the air like a will-o'-the-wisp, racing along the ground.
It skirted around a rockery and darted into a bamboo grove, its speed astonishing, desperately fleeing deeper into the manor.
It was as if some monstrous beast, which fed on specters, was chasing it with bared fangs.
And several dozen meters behind it, a figure followed unhurriedly.
The steps seemed leisurely but concealed immense explosive power. With each stride, the figure moved forward ghostlike by dozens of meters instantly.
