It was dusk, and the setting sun's glow fell on the walls of Chen Mansion. The walls seemed a bit mottled, casting a stark atmosphere over the entire residence.
Chen Dengming, emanating a faint Spiritual Might, hovered above the Mansion. His Golden Core's radiance, like a brilliant sun, intimidated all eight directions.
The bustling city suddenly fell quiet.
Horrified and startled glances converged upon Chen Dengming, hovering mid-air, from every corner of the streets.
Yet at this moment, he kept his eyes locked onto the Chen Mansion—eerily and unnaturally silent—and wore a grim expression.
In the Mansion, an autumn breeze gently blew, rustling the trees, and causing a quiet hissing. The lake, which usually exuded a Foundation Establishment-feel with flying snakes, was now filled with a cold, oppressive atmosphere.
The vast courtyard seemed to lack even a breeze; the air itself seemed stagnant.
"Demonic force..."
