The next instant, the restriction shattered.
The ghostly figures scattered as quickly as bubbles bursting. The place where they had just stood in a lively row was now occupied by Yu Xing alone.
He wiped the cold sweat from his temple and composed his expression beneath his palm.
Damn Master of Ten Thousand.
Something he had forgotten for so long had crawled back up from the depths of his memory because of one lousy restriction.
Especially the Yu family, who had once perished in a sea of flames. Among the entire family, the one person who had nothing to do with Lingren and was completely innocent was his older sister.
What was her name again...
He couldn't quite remember.
Yu Xing thought as he stepped over the blood-red lines blocking his way. The black miasma around him surged, filling the courtyard and forming a barrier to impede anyone trying to pass.
Now that the restriction was broken, he knew Master of Ten Thousand must have noticed. He would undoubtedly come rushing over.
The power of the curse could delay the other man's interference with his world.
He pushed the door open, and a gust of cold air hit him in the face.
If the eerie wind in the courtyard had merely been chilly, the inside of the house was like a freezer. Wisps of cold drifted through the air, and even his breath formed white frost.
Yu Xing's gaze fixed on the very center of the room.
From the courtyard, the little house looked like a dilapidated old shack, but it was much more spacious inside than it appeared from the outside.
Still, the furnishings were sparse.
Apart from a plain wooden table and chairs near the door, seemingly meant for eating, there was none of the other furniture one