Murong Feng had been staring intently at the scene all along.
It was as if she too was exerting all her effort.
As she watched, she bit down hard on her teeth.
When she saw that Chu Yi had indeed started to move his legs, she instead cried out in panic.
"Ah, don't move, don't move anymore."
How could Chu Yi listen to Murong Feng?
Since he could move, he would definitely take a few more steps to show Murong Feng that, although this courtyard was very eerie, he, Chu Yi, could completely dominate it.
However, it was precisely Chu Yi's movements that completely changed the atmosphere of this space.
At this moment, it was as if a force was pulling at Murong Feng's back.
Apart from this, cold sweat was also frantically breaking out all over Murong Feng's body.
On her forehead, beads of sweat as large as soybeans were forming drop by drop.
Just when Murong Feng felt like she was about to run out of breath, a sudden violent coughing sound reached her ears.
