As soon as she alighted from the carriage, Ye Qingtang was shocked by the extremely thick demonic aura permeating the place. If her skill level was any lower, she would probably be engulfed by the energy and end up losing her mind and perhaps even losing her life.
"Can Miss Ye withstand the demonic energy here?"
Seeing that Ye Qingtang was not acting strangely, the white-haired elder stared at her meaningfully.
Ye Qingtang nodded slightly and said, "Senior, although the demonic aura here is thick, it does not affect me."
"Hmm, looks like Miss Ye is better than I imagined," the white-haired elder said thoughtfully.
Ye Qingtang did not know what the white-haired elder meant and did not take it to heart.
