At this moment, Yu Changmian felt like a young child who had wandered into a den of thieves while carrying a priceless treasure.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
An invisible pressure surged toward him, bustling and boisterous as a Lunar New Year celebration. Even the minor spirits that usually fled at the mere sight of him gathered in packs to watch. Unable to push through the front lines of stronger, more aggressive souls, the stragglers hovered at the edges, hoping to snatch a few scraps of remnant miasma.
Chapter 16