Brilliant light poured through the doorway into the hall, falling upon Yun Zhao's gentle face. It should have been a warm room, yet Zhang Fuqing and the others felt only a piercing chill.
It was as if that warm light and the gentle person were actually radiating a biting cold that sank straight into their hearts.
For a moment, the reception room fell into a dead silence, so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
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