Qian Jijiang's face flushed red as he observed the candle burning rapidly in his hand, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. When he turned his head to look at the others, he noticed that they had already followed him. However, just as he was about to avert his gaze, his eyes caught sight of Feng Yu, the elderly woman.
To his surprise, Feng Yu's face had turned green, but that was not the most unsettling part. Her eyes had transformed into a pitch-black hue, unnoticed by anyone else. They lacked normal human emotions and exuded only a chilling coldness.
Chen Fei, who was trailing behind Qian Jijiang, felt his heart tremble when he witnessed the sudden and drastic change in Qian Jijiang's expression. He turned around and beheld the peculiar countenance of Feng Yu.
Seemingly aware of their scrutiny, Feng Yu's lips gradually curled into a smile that extended all the way to her ears. A shiver coursed down Qian Jijiang's spine, causing his senses to heighten.