Night fell, resembling an endless expanse of black silk surging in from the horizon. With overwhelming force, it enveloped the entire world in an abyss of infinite darkness. The darkness was so thick it seemed to flow, its tendrils seeping into every inch of space like countless evil eyes peering into every corner of the solemn area before the main hall, watching for the slightest movement.
In this pitch-black night, the faces of the crowd looked like fickle, ghostly masks, and a restless anxiety crept outward, spreading like a shadow. Their eyes flickered like unsteady candles in the night wind, a tangle of unease and vigilance. They were like sailors on a lonely boat caught in the path of a violent storm, searching the boundless dark in vain for a glimmer of surviving hope.
"Senior Brother," Lingyue broke the suffocating, deathly silence. Her voice echoed faintly in the ink-black night sky, carrying an imperceptible tremble like the mournful cry of a night owl. "Will that fiend really come? Could this be an elaborate trap set by some mysterious faction lurking in the shadows? Are they using his moniker as bait, casting an invisible net just to trap us in groundless panic and make us unravel in the dark?" Her gaze flickered uncertainly in the darkness, as though she were struggling to pierce the heavy fog for answers, or perhaps dreading some unknown horror and ready to flee at a moment's notice.
Chapter 85