Daoist Yi Yang walked to the east corner gate of the Princess Manor, when suddenly a peal of thunder sounded above his head. He paused in his steps; indeed, thunder during winter is quite rare.
He stretched out his fingers to calculate, and upon revealing the divination, his brows furrowed deeply.
Ominous divination.
But whether this omen pertains to this place or elsewhere, he cannot know.
Daoist Yi Yang hesitated, glanced back at the depths of this grand estate, and with deep pain bit his finger, tracing the blood across his forehead and eyelids while muttering incantations, then reopening his eyes.
His eyes gradually adapted to the light, and upon focusing his gaze, he saw a layer of black energy enveloping the main courtyard. Only Princess Si Yi lived in the main courtyard, and with yin energy infiltrating the residence, he had just seen her covered in misfortune; disaster is surely imminent for her.
