Light filtered in from outside the door.
Where light and shadow intersected, black and white were starkly divided.
It stood within the ink-black darkness, unnerving even in daylight.
Ultimately, its gaze settled on Le Wenfeng, who'd failed in his attempted move.
Its eyes, truly expressionless, cold, and lifeless, inspired fear merely by existing, with an overwhelming presence — let alone staring intently at someone.
Le Wenfeng felt his scalp tingle and his whole body about to explode, but he still remembered his father, who had difficulty walking, pulling the shocked Old Patriarch Le back a few steps with a frown.
"Little, Little Master!"
With a "boom"—
Many things fell to the floor at that moment.
Only then did they notice the room was filled with countless ceramics, whether cups, stools, or ornaments, hidden under fabric or other objects.
And that sound was the ceramics lifting into the air and the covering items dropping to the ground.