Lu Yun turned around to look at Qingfeng and yanked his hand out from hers.

She didn’t mind his reaction as she was focused on the yin wind blowing over them. Cold and eerie, she trembled from the contact.

“What is this?” Qingfeng asked in a trembling voice.

“A tomb,” Lu Yun answered. “A yin tomb floating in the sky. All of you normally reside in the yang tomb, which is why you are alive. But a tomb is a place that lays kings to rest, so inhabiting a tomb for long means that you will eventually be dragged into the yin tomb.”

The young man took a step forward and entered the floating tomb in the sky. Qingfeng was close...