The scene was inexplicably gloomy, enough to quiet a crying child, even an adult might not have the courage to enter.
Yet Yue Qingqing's expression remained unchanged. With a casual flick of her fingers, the seemingly substantial iron chain broke with a snap.
But in midair, it was held up by an invisible force and gently landed on the ground without making a sound.
After all, it was a surprise attack, and they couldn't afford to startle the target.
The wooden door also opened silently.
A damp and cold breath came rushing out from within.
Yue Qingqing had been ready, but there was still no movement inside.
She walked in to find signs of habitation in the courtyard, yet it was eerily empty.
Suddenly, a gust of chilly wind came howling as if it were arrows whistling through the air.
Yue Qingqing's spiritual power automatically shielded her body and the wind stopped a meter away, unable to come any closer.
