When he looked up again, he found himself standing once more at the doorstep of the Feituo Family's home.
Before him lay the unchanging furniture, the unchanging view.
"Can't enter without meeting certain conditions?"
A cold glint flashed in Beichuan Si's eyes as Jian Ding slipped from his hand, enveloped by a sinister aura of death.
He approached the rooms of Feituo Xingzi and Feituo An, and with a bloodstained Jian Ding, he sliced—
Sizzling.
The deathly aura clashed with the mirror's surface, producing a burnt smell.
It was exactly the same odor as when Jian Ding pierced into Feituo Zhenna's body.
This was indeed Feituo Zhenna's ability!
Beichuan Si sheathed Jian Ding back as the mirror returned to its ordinary appearance.
It seemed certain conditions indeed had to be met to enter.
Beichuan Si went back to the living room and began to ponder.
