342 The Art and the Slave (3)

Midnight, twelve minutes past two, at Fei Mansion.

The collection room was chained by dark golden locks made from chants. Inside, antiques were all over the floor and shelves.

More than half of the rug was charred, and the rest of it was covered in a gray-white dust from some unknown source.

It was completely silent. In the small tent beside the pond, guards were breathing softly as if they had all fallen asleep.

"Hiss… hiss, hiss…"

Suddenly, the sound of electricity hissing came from inside the collection room. The air inside the collection room started twisting and turning, forming a vortex the size of a fist.

A small black dot slowly formed in the center of the vortex.

"Hiss!"

The black dot suddenly expanded and formed a tall figure giving off black smoke.

"This node… is destroyed?" The figure looked toward the spot where the mirror was destroyed.