"Gjestaf."
As Shao Zifeng's voice faded, the room fell silent. The Spirit of Resentment that usually appeared immediately did not show up. It wasn't just that, but Chen Yixin and the others were looking at him with strange expressions.
"Gjestaf, stop messing around and come out," he said.
Shao Zifeng thought the little guy was just playing around, but when he turned around, there was nothing behind him, no sign of Gjestaf. His heart tightened as he quickly scanned the room—chaos had prevented him from noticing earlier—could the little guy have gotten lost?
Chen Yixin and Cang Haiyuan followed Shao Zifeng's gaze, searching, but other than themselves, there was nothing else in the room.
"Zifeng, what is this..."
Before she could finish, Chen Yixin suddenly felt a cold chill at the back of her neck. She turned her head and her eyes instantly lost their luster.
