"Master, how's my sister?" Seeing Lu Zijia frown, Ji Zilin's heart couldn't help tightening abruptly.
Lu Zijia looked at Ji Zilin, who seemed a bit panicked. Even though she couldn't bear it, she still replied honestly, "According to my calculations, your sister has already passed away. The time of death was in the early morning yesterday."
Early in the morning was when the Yin energy was the densest. Was this time of death really a coincidence?
Lu Zijia had a feeling that this wasn't a coincidence.
Thinking of this, Lu Zijia's gaze landed on the air above the academy again. Ordinary people couldn't see the black fog.
Such strong resentment couldn't be formed by one or two evil spirits.
Ji Zilin, who was originally hopeful, suddenly widened his eyes and his face instantly turned extremely pale.
