The wind outside the window grew stronger and stronger.
Separated by an old ink-green iron gate, everyone seemed to be able to hear the sound of the glass trembling, caused by the howling wind rushing through the house, clanging and banging, as if someone were vigorously beating the house, making even the walls feel unsteady.
But this was just an illusion.
Yu Dandan couldn't help but brace herself against the wall, only to find that beneath her palm, the surface smeared with dust and junk advertisements, was still steady and solid, without the slightest hint of wavering.
At that moment, specks of spiritual light floated leisurely past her, one by one, passing through the thick iron gate.
Ah Jin stood still, his large black and white eyes revealing an unstoppable glee, while Zhang Mingming, looking at the iron gate with a complex expression, couldn't help but reminisce about the past—
