"Huh?" the headmaster stood up vigilantly. His eyes snapped open—looking at the ceiling in his little dome. His old goosebumps rose as if the gravity worked in reverse. A cold, brutal breeze was creeping up his weary spine. Trepidation was nigh, but he couldn't pinpoint where the source was. "What the hell is happening!"
*Thump!
Ivy and the matriarch stood up from their seats in the library. They had profound knowledge in terms of cold due to their cultivation arts. However, even they felt the shivers that they rarely felt. It was sharp and fresh, like a blade sweeping their goosebumps up at the same time.
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*Thump!
Like a blown-out candle, Renduval's soul flame was put out right before his very eyes. His pupils shrunk as he felt his soul being chained. The despair didn't seep in—it crashed like a tsunami wave without mercy.
