In the side room of the villa, Master Jiu's voice suddenly emerged from within the small mouse's belly.
At this moment, as the celestial light shifted, the shadows outside the window swayed with the wind.
The light and shadows in the room decorated the furniture with elegance, yet Master Jiu's gentle, aged voice unexpectedly emanated from the small mouse's belly.
The voice was distant and old, as if it carried an echo.
Upon hearing it, Chen Xu felt momentarily dazed, as though he had returned to that secluded midnight when he had first heard the demon's words, his heart pounding with alarm.
At this moment, he was equally startled, first because Master Jiu had suddenly spoken, and second, because as Master Jiu spoke, Chen Xu noticed the small mouse's vitality sharply declining;
Thirdly, it was the mention of "the disaster of fate and fortune" in Master Jiu's words that stirred up Chen Xu's emotions.
