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"Clip-clop—clip-clop—clip-clop—"
In the dark corridor, a figure paced slowly.
His frame was gaunt, reminiscent of an elder in the twilight years, yet he walked with stability.
But he moved exceedingly slowly, his murky eyes hidden under the brim of his hat, cautiously scanning everything in his surroundings.
Only after confirming there were no anomalies did he dare to turn a corner, rather than recklessly venturing forward.
"Ferocious Ghost Hall... Why would my uncle wish to meet me here?"
Glancing at the sign above his head, the elder pushed open the main doors of the grand hall with a puzzled look.
"Whoosh—"
A chilly wind capable of freezing mortals to death blew bitterly straight to the core.
The elder wrapped his clothes tighter around him, looking left and right, he could see dozens of side doors but no sign of any people.
"Uncle? Where are you?"
Ye Yin tried calling into the darkness.
His rank wasn't high enough to detect Ye Qi; this was within reason.