The candlelight flickered in the resplendent room, with the incense burner emitting a faint sandalwood aroma.
Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps broke the silence here, as Chen Yun gently knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
A voice came from inside the room, and Chen Yun pushed open the door, escorting the still-struggling Qin Mengying into the room.
"Hall Master, Qin Mengying has been brought."
"Leave us."
"Yes!"
Chen Yun exited the room, voluntarily closing the door as she left.
With a creak of the heavy door, the room fell silent once again.
Qin Mengying widened her beautiful eyes, nervously watching the front.
There, a figure was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, surrounded by a faint mist of blood-red hue.
The demonic aura was intense, as the candlelight flickered and the shadow stretched long, with mottled shadows on the walls dancing wantonly, as if some demon was about to emerge and devour the living world, an indescribable pressure enveloped the entire room.
