After obtaining the Peace Pendant, Yan Ting returned to his room.
The room was not lit, he clutched the Peace Pendant in his hand, sitting on the sofa for a long time.
He didn't sleep all night, and only got up and left the room after four o'clock in the morning.
The weather was cold, and the dawn came late.
The wind was howling at night, and Yan Ting walked against the wind, his trench coat rustling loudly.
He walked a long distance, becoming more and more remote as he went.
Finally reaching a mountain, he went around to open a secret door and descended down the steps.
After winding through a few turns at the bottom, he stood before another door.
A door with a combination lock.
Yan Ting looked at this heavy door.
There was no light around, only a bit of light from the flashlight on his phone shining on the door.
It was quiet too, only a slight air flow.
Chilling cold, darkness, and silence surrounded him.
Malicious thoughts grew rampantly.
All constraints were broken.
