"If you don't believe it, then you go walk through this narrow alley," Wan Yingying sneered.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Han chuckled and then said, "Let's go, what's there to be afraid of?"
After speaking, Xiao Han grabbed Chen Xiaowu and headed straight for the narrow alley.
Wan Yingying watched Xiao Han's retreating figure, her lips curling up into a sinister smile.
As they entered the narrow alley, Xiao Han immediately felt a rush of Yin Qi hitting his face. It felt as though he had suddenly walked into a low-temperature air-conditioned room. However, it was just past three in the afternoon, the sun was blazing, and logically, the temperature should have been high.
"It's so cold!" Chen Xiaowu shivered.
"This palace is an ancient building, so it's cool inside, and the cold air is blowing out," Xiao Han laughed.
"Oh," Chen Xiaowu nodded. She could only follow Xiao Han obediently and keep walking forward.