An inexplicable chill appeared, and Leng Qing and He Shen couldn't help but shake their shoulders.

At a strange time, a black door slowly rose from the ground, and an even more complete chill completely enveloped the entire space.

The teacups, which were steaming hot, began to cool down rapidly, and ice crystals formed on the table.

The quaint black door was pushed open, and Qin Qing was still complaining about the cold method: "If you don't know how to use it, just memorize it by rote, do you see my bookcase?" All, all, all

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