C183 Group Selection

A gust of cold wind whistled, blowing the wind chimes in front of the windows to ring the bells. Layers of heavy curtains rose and fell, even causing the long muslin that was dragged on the ground to slightly ripple.

The candle flame was half-bright and half-dark in the wind. As it swayed, it made Huai Mo Yan look like a ghost. It was alluring and also terrifying.

For some reason