Ye Zhao was jolted from his slumber as a faint sound echoed through the room. "Hm? Did you hear that?" he asked, quickly sitting up. His gaze darted around the room, trying to identify the source of the noise.
Qing Shi Lian's expression filled with worry as she sighed, "Husband, did you started hearing things now?" Her eyes darted towards the window, her mind already racing through the possible scenarios.
Ye Zhao opened his mouth to offer an explanation, but was suddenly interrupted as the entire room was filled with a mystical, bluish mist. It was as if they were trapped in a nebula of sorts. In the milky haze, their surroundings looked distorted and strange.
"Be careful!" Ye Zhao said, instinctively moving to cover his wife. The mist was dense, and though Ye Zhao had never seen this before, but he knew that it was dangerous.
