"How could this happen?" Leng Yanhua widened his eyes; the black feather in Tianmiao's hand dispersed just like that.
Tianmiao said, "This is the aura of the Demon Clan. This place is related to them."
"Demon Clan? Is this related to your mission to save the world, Tianmiao?" Leng Yanhua became even more confused upon hearing this. The aura of the Demon Clan? And then the feather dispersed as soon as Tianmiao touched it? Is Tianmiao's constitution specifically able to restrain the Demon Clan?
"Probably," Tianmiao said indifferently, glancing around. This palace felt extremely odd, as if everything was reversed. Decorations that should be on the right were on the left, paintings that should be on the wall were on the ceiling, and paper offerings that should be on the altar were placed under the table.
Suddenly, the feeling of being watched emerged again.
Tsk, these things that love lurking in the shadows are truly not likable.
