"There are no treasures inside, just a junior like me." Ling Yin spoke coldly.
"Then what's causing this? Let us go in and see!"
"I'll show you in a few minutes," Ling Yin narrowed her eyes.
"She must be inside gathering the good stuff!" a shrill voice came from not too far away at this time.
"How dare you!" Ling Yin looked towards the direction of the voice.
The Cold Moon Bone Dragon opened its dragon mouth; a straight, icy blue frost chilled dragon breath instantly froze the building from where the voice had emanated.
"She wants to kill me to silence me! I must have hit the nail on the head," another piercing voice came from a different location.
Boom!
A loud noise came from outside.
Fierce sounds of battle erupted outside the granary.
Chen Xing looked down at his pocket watch; there were only two minutes left.
The final step of the ritual could be performed in two minutes; it should be soon.
Suddenly, Chen Xing felt something pat his shoulder.