Although a sound had been made, no chilling aura filled the air.
There was nothing strange about this house, so if there was a noise, there could only be one explanation: someone was here.
Shen Bai focused, listening intently.
The whistling sound in the house grew louder and more chaotic, like someone blowing forcefully right next to his ear, making it impossible to pinpoint the direction.
But Shen Bai was no ordinary person. It only took him a moment to locate the source of the sound.
Cold Moon glinted with a frigid light. Without a moment's hesitation, Shen Bai thrust the sword forward.
This time, the blood-red Sword Qi did not flare up as it usually did. Instead, it remained hidden along the blade of Cold Moon, like a ferocious beast poised for a fatal strike.
The sword sliced through the air.
A sound suddenly rang out in the dim room.
"CLANG!"
The sound was like the clash of metal on metal, startlingly abrupt in the quiet, dark room.
