Jun Wu Xie's lips were tight as she noted every reaction of Ye Jie. She suddenly turned and strode off without saying a word.
Ye Jie internally panicked as she hurriedly stood up and move to catch up with Jun Wu Xie.
However, Jun Wu Xie's pace was very fast and was much faster than Ye Jie. In a blink of an eye, she had already reached the outside of the room.
The palace which was transformed by the Ghost City could not see the light of day but was lit with candles everywhere. The small courtyard outside the room was decorated intricately, but at this time, it was more like the graveyard shift, not daytime.
Jun Wu Xie's gaze passed over every part of the courtyard as a faint, extremely inconspicuous scent of blood invaded her sense of smell. In a flash, her expression turned cold.
Ye Jie caught up with her as Jun Wu Xie chased after the scent of blood.
