The air froze. Wei Ji's face darkened like a night sky without stars, and his expression turned blank—cold, lifeless, and unreadable. For a moment, it felt as if the entire courtyard stopped breathing. The laughter and murmurs that once filled the place died one by one, replaced by silence so heavy that even the sound of wind brushing across the tiles felt loud.
The crowd began to whisper, confusion and dread spreading like wildfire.
"What's happening?" a servant muttered, clutching his sleeve tightly. "Why… why do I feel cold all of a sudden?"
Another man rubbed his arms, goosebumps rising. "It's like… something is pressing on me."
"I can't breathe properly…"
Even the elders of the Han Family felt it—the unseen weight pressing on their chest, the sudden chill that made their hearts beat faster. Their skin tingled, their backs stiffened. Every instinct screamed danger.
