Following the path tinted with a warm yellow by the streetlights, the two walked slowly towards the apartment.
The early autumn night breeze carried a hint of just the right coolness, dispelling the lingering heat of late summer and slightly lifting the gloom off Xiao Jie's mind.
The trees lining the road swayed gently in the night breeze, making a soft rustling noise. Gu Feiyu was still enthusiastically discussing game matters, imagining the possibility of finding the Penglai Immortal.
Looking at the serene and tranquil environment in front of him, Xiao Jie felt inexplicably unable to fully relax.
He had a persistent feeling that beneath this calmness, there seemed to be an indescribable sensation, like the sea being unnaturally calm before a storm, with not even the slightest breeze, yet the air is filled with a suffocating low pressure, as if the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for the arrival of something unknown and formidable enough to shatter everything.
