The sudden silence is the most frightening.
Chen Yi and Lu Fang stared at each other, their movements seemingly frozen.
One with an ordinary face, a hint of unnatural redness on the cheeks, but it wasn't noticeable in the night, only those bright black eyes reflecting the light from thousands of homes.
The other wearing a rainbow-colored Daoist robe, the golden feathers and two golden ribbons on it glowing even in the night, making his face appear uncertain.
Between them, the dark talismanic seal that had shattered earlier fell onto the bluestone slab, sizzling as it corroded holes in it.
Wisps of dark black smoke rose up, emitting a strong stench, like something rotten that had been left for long.
Chen Yi frowned slightly, casting a curious glance at Lu Fang, and asked:
"Brother, was that previously a divine skill you performed?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Fang's expression turned even uglier, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure, even cold murderous intent.
