By the dim pondside, only one lantern was hanging at the back of the pavilion.
The orange candlelight filtered through the thin paper of the lantern onto Zhao Ruixiang's face, but was obscured by his brow bone, making his entire face appear quite sinister.
Especially with his head turning straight from front to back, and the two sharp teeth baring from the corners of his mouth, it made his figure look terrifyingly like an evil ghost.
Wen Renying dared not move, not a single bit.
A demon capable of evading the millennia-old array of the Imperial City must possess a bloodline divine ability far beyond what she, a mere nine-tailed demon fox, could handle.
In an instant, the surroundings of the pond were terrifyingly silent, so quiet that Wen Renying could hear her own slow heartbeat.
Zhou Tiance followed Zhao Ruixiang's gaze, his previously upright body slouched again, his cold demeanor transformed into a kindly smile, and he spoke:
"Yuan Er, it's late, why aren't you resting?"
