She didn't know where the problem lay, but the sense of unease grew heavier, her heartbeat gradually turning low and deep, almost like war drums. This unease persisted until a sharp, faint sound came from beside her, and she instinctively turned to look.
The teahouse owner uneasily grabbed the boiling copper teapot, scorching her palm. The teahouse inn, which should have been damaged by the vigorous qi, remained intact. The thirty-year-old woman with a plump body saw her glance over, and with some fear, her hand holding the teapot trembled slightly.
The stove outside the teahouse still burned quietly, steadily breathing red-tinged flames. A drop of tea fell, the flames flickered, then leaped up suddenly.
The sense of unease finally expanded to the limit.
Crash!
A light sound suddenly rang out.
Xiao Runlin's expression slightly changed.
The girl's eyes suddenly became sharp as she turned to look forward.
