Moonlight like silver, the night like a curtain.
The dim candlelight flickered endlessly, a gentle breeze brushing through the room, like a delicate hand sweeping across a face.
Ye Lengshuang sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing the Heart Method.
At this moment, her aura was extremely unstable, like turbulent undercurrents swirling incessantly.
Since joining the Foreign Affairs Department, she hasn't wasted any time in training.
She would train until the first half of the night and only sleep in the latter half.
Today, however, was somewhat different.
Worries surged in her heart like an overwhelming wave, making it impossible for her to concentrate on her training.
After a few breaths, Ye Lengshuang opened her eyes, a trace of worry flashing through them.
Since returning from the graveyard that day, Fox Qiao's words echoed in her ears like a demonic chant.
Her younger sister was still alive, but she was deeply trapped in the hands of the Fox Mother.
