But just as Yang Xiao poked his head out from under the covers, he realized something was off. Why had the room gone dark?
There were no candles in the bedroom, true, but there were some in the adjoining hall, watched over by Xiang Fengchen. How could...
As his eyes gradually adjusted, a chill ran through Yang Xiao as he realized something was wrong. The darkness in the room wasn't just ordinary darkness; it was covered by a layer of strange grey fog, swirling continuously as if something was moving within it.
Why hadn't anyone warned them about this happening?
Yang Xiao didn't suspect Xiang Fengchen of foul play, or that he intended to kill him and the Director. He wasn't that foolish. The lack of warning only meant one thing: Xiang Fengchen was either incapable or wasn't allowed to intervene.
Either he had been taken down, or if he had tried to warn them, he would have been the one to die. Anyway, this was something Xiang Fengchen couldn't handle.
