The night wind poured in through the shattered window, carrying a bone-piercing chill.
The room looked as though it had just been ravaged by a herd of wild boars.
Half the floor had been torn up, the tables and chairs had been reduced to splinters, and the air still carried the cold, sinister aura left behind by that old ghost, Gui Mei, along with a faint scent of frost and snow that seemed capable of freezing one's soul.
Han Yuchen stood amid the wreckage and brushed the dust from his clothes.
He looked calm. He even had the leisure to pick up the book he had used as a prop earlier, though one corner of its cover had been scorched by Ghost Fire.
But he was nowhere near as relaxed as he appeared.
If Leng Yuebai had arrived one second later, he would have had to use his life-saving Trump Card. Those were limited-use assets, and activating one consumed a huge amount of Star Origin. The thought alone was painful.
He raised his head and looked out the window.
That snow-white figure had not left.
Leng Yuebai floated in the night sky outside the window, standing on invisible steps. A huge full moon hung behind her, making her seem like a goddess who had descended from the lunar palace—cold, solitary, utterly untouched by the mortal world.
The two stared at each other through the shattered window.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and a little strange.
Han Yuchen felt that he ought to say something to break the silence.
So he raised a hand and casually waved, as though he had run into an older neighbor on the street.
"Hi, Teacher Leng. What a coincidence. Couldn't sleep either, so you came out to admire the moon?"
His tone was relaxed,