Inside Locke Castle, a beam of black light and a beam of white light flashed rapidly, weaving through corridors and rooms of various sizes. Every now and then, a vase was knocked to the floor or a window shattered.
Wherever they passed, the walls and ground bore scorch marks.
Zhao Xiao had not expected this entity to be so troublesome, though it made sense; the guardian spirit of a family naturally possessed considerable strength.
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