"Dong."
"Dong."
"Dong."
The muffled sound of striking a wooden fish came from behind the curtain, but eerily, the shadow cast on the curtain didn't move at all, as if it were an inanimate object.
Yang Xiao and the others dared not make any sudden moves, silently observing the changes. However, the situation quickly developed as the sound of the wooden fish grew faster, and it seemed as if their heartbeats were impacted, syncing with the strange rhythm.
The situation escalated, with cold winds blowing in gusts, making the curtain flutter, and the wine cups placed on the stone table started to tremble.