In the void before the old man, a peach wood law sword entirely in crimson was suspended, its surface inscribed with a series of charm patterns that Shen Luo could not understand, but a mere look was enough to identify its extraordinary nature.
What was peculiar, however, was that not just this levitating sword, but also the three figures confronting each other, were all inexplicably frozen in their places currently, as though a freeze spell had been cast upon them all simultaneously.
Shen Luo dared not make any reckless moves. Instead, he cautiously approached some more from the side. Only then did he get a close enough look to identify the faces of the two people suspended in the air - they were frighteningly the green-glowing empty eye sockets of two dried up ghouls.
At the same time, a 'zeng zeng' sound, similar to a tense string on the stringed instruments, also reached his ears intermittently.
