He Qing looked coldly at Xia Ji's emotions fluctuating wildly, remaining silent.
The sunlight outside the room had been shielded off, leaving only still mottled halos in this isolated space, and a sudden few strands of cold chill in the air caused everyone to shiver involuntarily.
Even though Xia Ji was merely a persistent remnant, it was time that was the most formidable weapon. Her ability to cross a millennium and be summoned by someone in itself represented unparalleled profound strength.
He Qing glanced around. Lu Mingxia, Peng Yuan, and Lu Shaodan, who had amulets, were still alright, only because Xia Ji's spiritual power was violent and the amulets' field was not stable, making them seem somewhat shaky.
However, Bai Yuchun and Peng Yuan, who had nothing, could only stand there, shivering, even the hair by their temples had frosted over with crystal-clear frost.
Such strong yin energy! Such intense resentment! Such a persistent thought!
