The entire hall was spacious and quiet, with black-clad figures each bowing their heads as if they were sculptures. They stood on either side, giving Ou Lan a sense of solemnity.
From the main seat ahead, a powerful cold oppression struck her, and Ou Lan quickly moved her gaze, finally resting it on Zhan Chengfeng's face.
This man was enveloped in a coldness that seemed to cover everything, like the night about to engulf the day.
He wore a black mask, obscuring his features. This mask added to his aura of mystery and chill, making people fearful at the sight of him.
Ou Lan couldn't help but take a step back; this person made her feel a deep-rooted fear. Although he seemed elegant and calm, her intuition told her he was someone who had been steeped in blood.
All attention was drawn to Zhan Chengfeng, and Ou Lan paid little heed to Zhan Fengdi by his side. At this moment, Zhan Fengdi's eyes were red; she was so close to Ou Lan, wishing she could kill her with her own hands.
