In the gloomy grand hall above, several fine lines crisscrossed.
One after another, paper figures that seemed completely identical but showed subtle differences in facial expressions upon closer observation were neatly suspended from these fine lines.
The passage of time had made these paper figures fade to a desolate, withered yellow.
With Li Fan's abrupt intrusion, countless paper figures moved without wind, eerily drifting about.
Li Fan felt that in an instant, the gaze of every single paper figure was focused on him.
As if bound by chains, Li Fan's divine soul suddenly lost the ability to move on its own.
Fortunately, slowly, the fluttering paper figures came to rest once more.
The pressure on Li Fan also gradually decreased.
Once everything had returned to normal, Li Fan chose not to act rashly, for he faintly sensed that there was still a gaze in the grand hall that hadn't shifted from him.
