"Second Brother!"
The moment the dark shadow appeared, Wei Linchen's voice also rang out from outside the door.
As Fu Yuheng stepped into the room, his pace paused for several seconds without turning back.
After a moment, he lifted his foot and continued walking into the house.
Wei Linchen watched his back, which didn't turn once, and disregarded the Witch Clan members guarding the doorway as he burst into the room.
He hadn't even stepped halfway through the door when he was blocked by the wizard standing guard.
Ji Shuzhen's eyes reddened the moment she saw Fu Yuheng.
Her pupils glowed with a blood-like light, intensely unnerving as she growled with a trembling voice, "Ghost Sixteen! You actually killed our son!"
Fu Yuheng wore a cyan Taoist robe, his long hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin, his delicate and handsome features excessively pale, exuding an air of scholarly refinement, noble yet ascetic.
