Qin Yu's environment became colder and colder, and the surrounding trees had completely withered.
Winter was about to arrive, and with the dark energy in Qin Yu's body, the environment looked exceptionally desolate.
In the room, Yao Qing stood quietly by the window and looked at Qin Yu.
He wanted to cultivate according to the breathing exercise method taught by Qin Yu, but he found that the spiritual energy seemed to be suppressed and he was unable to advance at all.
"Mr. Qin's cultivation method... seems a bit strange," Yao Qing whispered.
On the other side, Jiang Gu was sitting in the living room quietly waiting for Mr. Zhong.
However, half a minute later, a corpse was brought in.
"Master, Mr. Zhong... he's dead!" The Jiang family's servant, his face full of panic, kneeled on the ground.
It was Mr. Zhong lying on the ground.
He laid quietly on the ground, and his whole body seemed to have shriveled up.
