A pitch-black courtyard, the Loulan Witch sitting cross-legged under a big tree suddenly opened his eyes.
An invisible night breeze blew past, shattering a bell on the skull walking stick with a bang.
Behind him, a young disciple asked worriedly, "Wizard, has your array... been broken?"
The Loulan Witch's shady, dark eyes were like an unfathomable deep pond.
The disciple barely glanced at them and felt himself almost drowning, his consciousness being sucked away.
And this suction was beyond his control.
Fortunately, the Loulan Witch slowly moved his eyelids, and the young disciple abruptly withdrew from his immobilized prison, drenched in cold sweat.
He was secretly annoyed at himself for being rash and careless, forgetting his senior brothers' warnings.
Never stare into the Wizard's eyes; you will lose consciousness.
"Thank you, Wizard."
He respectfully bowed.
He understood it was the Wizard who saved him.
"Wizard, should I go check who broke the array?"
"No need."
