Entering the Soul

Perhaps because Xiao He had cooked too many dishes that day and her hands trembled too much out of fear, it took her longer than usual to cook the supper. And they spent a great deal of time talking during the meal. As such, it was dusk before they all realized it. The oil lamp was lit on the table.

The wind came out from the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor with whistling noise. They could hear the wailing sound even though the formation was attached to the window. The air flow sneaking in from the cracks between the wood panels blew at the flame on the oil lamp, making it look like a ghostly fire.

Xiao He vaguely understood what the Immortal Taiping and Liu Shisui were talking about, her face pale and her body trembling uncontrollably.

Liu Shisui stared into the eyes of the Immortal Taiping with the Guard-City Pen clenched in his hand. The sword bracelet stopped quivering; it seemed as if it was ready for a fight.

"Get out of here!"