"Hiss... who would have thought, Madam Marquis, that you would also be interested in the cutting-edge Taishu Technique?"
Mrs. Zhang sighed, striking the golden staff in her hand against the ground,
"How would a mere woman like me understand such matters? Truly, I am out of options. Evil hindrance, why do you not come forth and kowtow to the divine lord!"
Then, Li Fan saw the floor at Mrs. Zhang's feet crack open.
No, not inside the floor, but on top of it - a layer of void had burst open, and a person from the other side of the void peeked through the crack with one eye.
Li Fan was startled and looked around at the Marquis of Nanyang and his wife, as well as the serving maids and ladies-in-waiting, who seemed to be completely oblivious to the eerie sight at their feet, standing as still as clay statues or wax figures, maintaining the posture of paying their respects to the Madam Marquis as if time inside the room had frozen.
