Almost at the same time that the little boy spoke, the door of the house at the side silently opened.
The little boy's parents walked out expressionlessly and stared coldly at Xu Qing.
Vaguely, the sunset was covered by black clouds, as though it would rain soon. Waves of rumbling thunder echoed, and bolts of lightning flashed in all directions.
In the town, in the face of the impending storm, the residents hurriedly returned to their respective homes. The gravels on the ground trembled slightly at the moment the wind blew, and a large number of fallen leaves were also swept up.
To outsiders, all of this was a natural change caused by the weather. However, in Xu Qing's eyes, all of this scene came from this little boy in front of him.
"Interesting."
Xu Qing tilted his head and his gaze swept past the little boy's parents. The Ghost Emperor Mountain in his sea of consciousness suddenly shone at this moment, appearing in Xu Qing's pupils.