When I pushed open the door, a blast of icy wind swept over me, cold enough to make me shudder. And this was still broad daylight in Yinfeng Town—the height of yang!
Looking inside, I saw sunlight pouring down from the skylight. There was even a well right in the middle of it. This place was clearly designed to draw in yang and welcome yin, able to channel both yin and yang qi. It was daytime now, so although the hall was brightly lit, the corners untouched by sunlight remained bitterly cold and uncomfortable.
I stepped inside and looked toward the well. The sight startled me—there was actually water in it. Listening closely, I heard a "wah-wah" sound, just like a child crying below. The inside was pitch-black, and I had no idea where the water came from or where it led. Could it be connected to the stream beside Yinfeng Town?
I touched the moss-covered stones around the well. Despite the blazing sun, they held a chill that seemed to seep straight into my bones. I quickly withdrew my hand and frowned. Why did the layout of this house look just like the arrangement of a haunted residence?
Looking around, I saw a small railing built beside the skylight, as if meant to trap stagnant water. There were also many pillars outside the skylight, joined into two rows leading toward the inner rooms. This coffin-nail-sealing layout appearing at the hands of a practitioner of the yin-yang arts was truly bizarre. If Senior Brother saw me arrange things this way, he would probably slap me several times before saying anything. It seemed that Chen Xuanji was either out of his mind or a genius who had deliberately gone against convention. I would have to see how he had arranged the