If other people encountered such a situation, they'd surely be frightened out of their wits.
But Han Zhushang wasn't afraid; instead, she calmly walked over to the window, wanting to see clearly who it was.
"Swish!"
A cold gust swept up, and the shadow outside the window suddenly vanished, as if it had never been there.
Han Zhushang quickly opened the door leading to the balcony and chased outside.
Upon reaching the balcony, a figure suddenly flashed in front of Han Zhushang's eyes, just at the edge of the open-air balcony, leaving trails of afterimages.
Han Zhushang, barefoot, lifted her skirt and hurriedly ran over.
Where her gaze reached, a figure stood tall and imposing.
"Ssssss..."
The raging wind continued to torment, and the shadow on the ground swayed violently.
The night was very dark, almost as dark as being unable to see one's hand stretched out.
At the end of Han Zhushang's gaze, there was a faint bloody glow, reflecting around that person...
"Boom!"
