Li Qing sipped his wine and tasted a bite of steamed tender fish.
The young masters beside him were also talking grandly, criticizing current affairs from time to time.
Between the lines, they were covertly calling Emperor Kuntai a tyrant.
Some even discussed the matter of the three-hundred-year cycle. They looked like a group of ambitious young men.
Whoosh, whoosh...
The cold wind outside howled fiercely, and the air around them suddenly darkened.
The candles and brazier in the room flickered, their flames abruptly turning a jade-green color.
The outside world fell deathly silent. In an instant, the entire world seemed to have shifted into another time and space.
The young masters who had been talking grandly all fell silent, staring around them with astonishment and a trace of fear on their faces.
"What's going on?"
Some felt unease creeping over them, their teeth chattering.
"Could we have run into a Ghost?"
The world had been unsettled lately, and tales of Monsters, Demons, Ghosts, and Anomalies were everywhere.
Though they had always scoffed at such things, when they truly encountered them themselves, those tales only made them even more terrified.
The leading young master's face was pale as well!
"My lord, my lord, why did you abandon me?"
A chilling voice, cold and feminine, echoed through the air.
Terror appeared on everyone's faces. At some unknown moment, a figure had appeared at the stairway.
It was a woman in a plain white gown, but her face was incomparably horrifying.
Her face was deathly pale, utterly devoid of color, and a hazy green glow shrouded her features.
Her eyes were pitch-black. Looking closely, one would discover that countless tiny eyes seemed to be hidden within them.
Most terrifying of all, her hair danced without wind, as though it possessed a life