As night fell, the city was steeped in silence, without a single person to be seen on the streets.
Inside Ningzhu Pavilion, on the wooden staircase leading to the second floor, there was an occasional creaking of footsteps.
Mixed within them were one or two faint whispers, floating in the air, creating an extremely unsettling atmosphere.
"Is the person still inside?"
"They can't get away, I've been watching the whole time!"
"These two people have such strong yang energy; as soon as you get close, it's like your whole body is on fire, makes you envious just looking at them!"
"Yeah, no idea who brought them in here, though."
"…"
A group of people, no, rather, a group of ghosts, were whispering among themselves on the stairs.
Leading them was Ningzhu Pavilion's waiter, the very one who had shown Qi Yu and Li Mingjue upstairs that afternoon.
