The entire room was like a randomly twisted Rubik's cube, with the ceiling beneath my feet and the exquisite food and drinks from the table now on the walls. Liu Xiaohui screamed as she felt a weight in her arms; Boss Cui had stumbled into her embrace, while she was still tearing at his clothes.
Boss Cui screamed as well.
The scene was chaotic.
Suddenly, lightning flashed.
A figure, whose face could not be seen clearly, billowed out from the balcony in rolling black smoke.
The balcony, which had now moved to the position of the ceiling, saw Wang Yunxiao holding the Whip of Duke Thunder. Grabbing onto the door frame next to him with force, he too leapt out.
Quite the character, as expected during the concealed moon. Tonight, I've really encountered a lot of ghosts.
This was no ordinary Faceless One. Seeing the way he acted, Wang Yunxiao knew at once that he was facing an expert, and perhaps even a core member of that organization.
