Chapter 115 King Jiangling's Proposal

Cen Dongsheng gazed at the empty corner of the room, feeling an overwhelming pressure that involuntarily made him hold his breath. His sight slowly shifted to the window, where the glass reflected his grave expression.

In the absolute silence, he heard a certain sound.

It was faint and fragmented, something an ordinary person might not notice at all; even if they heard a bit, they would likely dismiss it as an auditory hallucination caused by prolonged silence.

It reminded one of wintry white snowflakes falling from pine branches or a crisp sound made by dead leaves being crunched underfoot on a snowy ground.

Only a Curse Forbidden Master's keen sixth sense, or rather a well-honed spiritual sense, could detect a faint projection from that silence, feeling an indescribable weight and terror...

"Come with me."

Sister Zhi Zhen's expression was as relaxed as ever, and she smiled at him.

"...Alright."