Waving away the young disciple who had brought them to the warehouse, An Yiqing felt that the fewer people knew about this, the better.
"Stand behind me." She pulled Yin Xilin behind her and walked step by step toward the corner.
An Yiqing's footsteps were very light, even an Ancient Martial Artist would find it hard to hear. However, in this warehouse filled with the sound of fans, Xiao Hong heard her footsteps and raised its head warily.
In that instant, An Yiqing felt as though ice needles were piercing her heart and lungs.
Cold, an intense cold that penetrated the heart and lungs.
Even Yin Xilin, who was following behind An Yiqing, felt the piercing cold. It seemed that the heat radiating from Xiao Hong was, in reality, bone-chilling cold.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. With An Yiqing's level of skill, adjusting her state was just a matter of blinking.
