Sheng Feiyan had studied a bit of Daoist arts. Even sitting at the entrance of the Cheng Family villa, she could feel a rush of chilliness washing over her, accompanied by a strange, lingering stench like a foul-smelling gutter baking in the scorching sun.
Song Lian rested for a moment, clutching the shoe as he tried to force his way inside.
"Song Lian, they said no visitors. We should come back another day." Sheng Feiyan watched Song Lian, noticing that he had clenched his fists and there seemed to be something flashing brightly in his pocket.
Chapter 24