The elves fell one after another, and the entire room was soon in chaos. Wailing sounds could be heard one after another.
The sounds were mournful.
Shen Yanxiao, who was seated in the corner, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the elves that had fallen to the ground in surprise.
An Ran opened his eyes and what he saw shocked him.
"What… what's going on?" An Ran looked at those elves who were convulsing in shock and looked at Shen Yanxiao in panic.
Shen Yanxiao shook her head. She did not know the reason.
The Pure Spirit Tower was filled with wails and chaos. However, Qie Er who stood at the entrance was expressionless, as if everything was not an accident.
Qie Er coldly kept the sheepskin book and quill pen before he turned around and knocked on the closed door.
