The words fell, and four people walked over. Leading the group was an elder wearing a blue and white robe, evidently the Yun Yi that Cang Ming referred to. Walking beside him was Nalan Ye, followed by a man and a woman.
As soon as the four entered the room, it was filled with a strong gunpowder smell, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.
Mu Hong, Ding Hao, Cang Ming, and Xuan Ye were all terrified by the overwhelming aura; if Nalan Jing hadn't blocked Yun Yi's aura, they might have been kneeling by now.
After Nalan Ye entered the room, his gaze fell on Mu Qianyue. She was still dressed as usual in a light purple dress, her face clean yet exquisite, skin like creamy jade, crystal clear, her attractive thin lips gently pressed together, beautiful as a painting.
"Yue'er..." Nalan Ye couldn't help but call out, a trace of pain flickering in his narrow phoenix eyes.
