Inside an inn within the capital city.
Ling Chen had just finished packing, ready to return to the Divine Intent Sect. However, he had only just stepped out of the courtyard when he felt a flurry of petals flutter against his face, giving him a slight shudder. Then, his steps came to a sudden halt. His keen senses, honed through life and death experiences, caused his skin to erupt in waves of chills.
Unbeknownst to him, the inn had become deserted, devoid of any human presence or sound.
Suddenly, a melodious note from a piano string resounded throughout the place. It was so pleasant that it involuntarily induced a sense of intoxication, making it impossible to extricate oneself.
Ling Chen's expression slowly grew solemn. He lifted his head, looking at the somewhat hazy sky. There, he could vaguely see lights flickering, and the air seemed to ripple subtly.
