But just at that moment, she clearly felt the resentment on the hill being stirred as well. Now, upon sensing again, the fierce and ominous aura had already faded a bit. How was this related to the earlier ritual?
After observing the scene, she found that the questions in her mind had only increased instead of diminishing.
Qingluan, understanding her temperament gradually, quietly asked: "Mistress, do you wish to investigate further?"
"Indeed." Ning Xiaoxian stroked her chin and said, "Tonight, let's have a good talk with her. I have a feeling there's something strange about this woman's secrets."
The excitement here was now over. She kept her promise and released Amao, handing over the silver molded into a ball to him. Before Amao turned to leave, she whispered lightly: "This drought won't last long. When the normal rainwater arrives, you'd better leave this town quickly."
Amao's body trembled. He said nothing, just ran away into the distance.
