Conversations between men are always so plain and boring, devoid of any flair. After the commotion, everyone seemed a little less afraid, and followed Yi Chen into the main hall.
At night, the firewood in the brazier crackled and popped as it burned, occasionally bursting with loud bangs.
Yi Chen sat dominantly in the seat of honor, watching the numerous escorts below him.
Some of the younger escorts, having been exhausted for days, were nearly falling asleep. These were the individuals Yi Chen paid close attention to.
He was very curious. Under his watch, how exactly did the evil spirit invade dreams and kill?
Unless he couldn't find a way to navigate out of the fog, Yi Chen wouldn't choose to confront the spirit in a dream without fully understanding its capabilities.
It's a matter of "every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost." He needed to observe a few more samples first.
Anyway, there were plenty of people in the town who couldn't hold out much longer.
