Chapter 13 Demon
The night was as still as a pool of water, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road. A chill spread through the air, and beneath Li Hongyi, her mount seemed uneasy and restless.
She tightened the reins, her expression wary, and glanced at Li Fan in front of her before she couldn't help but ask.
"Do you feel a trace of sinister energy?"
The alleyways were far too quiet; the cold seeped into her body, an eerie breeze invaded her soul, making her unsettled.
"Miss Li, would you prefer to head back for now?" Li Fan turned around and suggested. Lin'an City's nights were not only heavy with sinister energy but also thick with demon energy.
Li Hongyi shot Li Fan a glare, turned her gaze away, and ignored him.
*Again, he's trying to get rid of me?*
Seeing the expression in her eyes, Li Fan said nothing further. This Li Hongyi had a strong personality—cool on the outside, warm underneath.
If it were Huang Yan instead, he wouldn't have bothered to care.
A frigid gust swept down the street, carrying with it a stabbing chill. Li Fan's gaze shifted toward the source of the icy wind, where a figure dressed in white emerged amidst the alleys.
"A ghost cultivator," Li Hongyi said as she rode her horse beside Li Fan, gripping her spear tightly.