The sun was hiding behind thick clouds, not a single golden ray of sunlight shone through.
The weather was quite cloudy and chilly.
Through the large windows of the study, one could see a small patch of blank sky.
The colour of the sky was almost the same as the drawn silver-grey curtains on either side of the windows.
It all gave off a heavy feeling.
A faint cold breeze, from unknown origins, lightly brushed against Zheng Qing's nape.
It made Zheng Qing, who was examining a 'beautifully bony' skull, shiver.
He felt this was not psychological.
Because he did not feel too scared, just slightly uncomfortable.
As such, Zheng Qing shrank his neck and looked around.
Sure enough, he saw the culprit behind him.
The wooden door of the study seemed to be failing from age, it was not tightly shut.
The cold outside air slipped in through the door gap, ruffling the young wizard's uneasy thoughts.
