The atmosphere became even colder.
It had begun to snow. Thin snowflakes fluttered down, sparkling like jade.
Murong Yong looked at Gu Yanfei without blinking. A storm seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes, and the stench of corpses seemed to have thickened.
Even the servants of the Murong family behind him subconsciously leaned closer to Murong Yong and sniffed with complicated expressions.
They all thought in the same direction in fear. In other words, Second Lady Gu was telling the truth. Old Madam Murong was really dead!!
There were even timid servants who were so frightened that their legs trembled and their hair stood on end. They recalled that their families had recently served Old Madam Murong.
In less than ten minutes, Shangqing Spiritual Master's expression had changed a few times because of Gu Yanfei's words. His eyes were indescribably complicated.
He could no longer maintain his sage-like appearance, and his face darkened.
