Approaching noon, when the yang energy should have been at its strongest, the atmosphere turned chilly and eerie because of the intriguing story Scholar Xu had told. Even the warm breeze that drifted in felt like gusts of cold wind.
Those who roamed the worldly society were always prepared to potentially meet a violent end. If you talked to them about how powerful and bloodthirsty the Azure Dragon Association was, it wouldn't chill their hearts like this. But once matters touched on ghosts and spirits, a sense of awe was unavoidable.
The assassins of the Azure Dragon Association feared neither life nor death, lived by slaughter, and had an insatiable thirst for blood. They didn't seem like the living but rather like evil ghosts that had crawled out of hell. Then there was the notion of 'food supply'; just thinking one might be snatched away to become a reserve ration would make anyone's hair stand on end and heart pound with fear.