The river at night flowed with a tranquil silence, the sound of the wind rustling palm leaves reverberating along the banks. The girl's voice was icy and ruthless, ethereal in the wind, yet it carried an inhuman chill.
Elder Sada's body seemed like a quiet shell, yet another soul was awakening within him. The scene was as eerie as the folk tales of possessing the dead, especially those emotionless eyes that stared like ghostly specters.
Lu Bu'er felt an unsettling chill.
"Brother Lu,"
Ai Yue murmured, "Is He greeting you?"
It was clear she too had noticed the captive's strange change.
"Seems like it,"
Lu Bu'er responded softly.
It was at this time that they both came to realize something.
Yuan Qing was completely unresponsive, maintaining her archer's stance, arrow nocked and bow drawn, staring intently at the captive below the tree, oblivious to the changes in him.
As if time too had stopped before her.
What was going on?
Why couldn't Yuan Qing see anything?
