The three torches silently changed color.
Gentle's expression remained unchanged, looking at the flames with slight curiosity.
She didn't know how this trick was done, it seemed very interesting.
Wu Qianhuan, however, instinctively swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
She just felt her scalp tingling... She couldn't help but look at Chu Qing:
"The fire... the fire..."
Chu Qing nodded, just about to speak, when the sound of a gong rang out, followed closely by the rapid beating of drums, and the lingering sound of opera floated in.
The sound was elusive, carrying a kind of desolate and eerie feeling, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, making it impossible to grasp.
Wu Qianhuan took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay alert.
But she instinctively grabbed Chu Qing's hand. Having grown up in a family of the Martial World, she had both experience and knowledge.
So she knew clearly that someone was trying to deceive them with illusions...
