In the small courtyard, wisps of yin energy rose and filled the air, enveloping the surroundings. The sounds from outside grew fainter, as if this place was isolated.
Sun Lingtong had a short stature, resembling a three-year-old child, with short black shiny hair, large eyes, distinct black and white pupils, chubby cheeks, and tender smooth skin.
He was trapped in the middle of the courtyard.
In front of him and behind him stood two black-clad Demon Cultivators: one with triangular eyes, the other with a hawk nose.
To Sun Lingtong's right, a shadow, like a living creature, gathered on one side of the courtyard wall.
Within the shadow's embrace, Han Ming was faintly visible.
Her face was delicate and beautiful, yet tinted with a layer of grayish-blue, her expression was exceedingly sinister due to her intense resentment and hatred.
"The situation is not favorable," Sun Lingtong thought.
