"Tuan'er, don't be rude!" A voice scolded from inside the carriage.
The maid called Tuan'er stuck her tongue out, then retreated back into the carriage.
Xue An smiled silently, watching as the carriage departed.
Only when its silhouette completely disappeared into the night did Xue An's smile gradually fade, replaced by a serious and solemn expression.
The small round mirror that was originally a fragment of the Ancient Mirror, the exquisite guardians of the building....
All these images mixed together to form an indescribably strange atmosphere.
More importantly, Xue An saw more from Yun Lingxuan's presence.
After a while, he sighed slightly, then looked down at the two dead bodies on the ground.
At this moment, the blood on the corpses had long since coagulated, and the barrier had disappeared as Xue An's battle intent subsided.
But since this street was remote and it was late at night, no one had discovered it.
