The bell from the temple to the Celestial Tree stopped, leaving the depths of the small alley in silence.
The young lady quietly stood in front of the wooden gate, apparently in deep thought.
A low roar came from within the small courtyard. This voice was so low that it almost couldn't be heard, yet it was as clear as if it had come from right next to her ear. It was brimming with venom and curses, imbued with a naked rage. It was an extremely bizarre sound.
Several streams of black mist rushed out from the seams of the gate along with this roar.
But immediately after, this roar from the courtyard suddenly became a cry of fear.
The polluted black mist did not even dare to approach the young lady. It instantly drifted far away as if filled with dread. Occasionally, the wind would blow a few strands of black mist toward the young lady, where they would be burned into wisps of smoke by a golden flame.