On the other side of the courtyard, Feng Jiu was resting on the soft couch in the room. Outside, silence reigned and there was no sound as the night progressed.
There was no light in the room, and it was pitch black. So, while Feng Jiu was lying on the soft bed, it was extremely difficult to notice that another person was there if one did not pay attention.
After midnight, there was a sudden rustle of leaves outside and a faint sound of the wind patting the door and window. The night wind blew in through the crack of the door and the half-open window, icy cold and penetrating enough to make people shiver.
The room was extremely quiet, but Feng Jiu, sitting on the soft couch, opened her eyes and calmly looked at the pitch-dark room.
She restrained her aura and blended into the room without making a sound until she noticed a few faintly discernible and transparent figures drifting in. She squinted and fixed her gaze on the ghosts in front of her.
