Yun Rong pushed Lu Yun Qing’s room door open. Outside the room there were traces of black air, but inside the room it was shrouded in a layer of black cloud. That inauspicious aura looked like it was about to drop black ink, so dense it couldn’t be separated. Even the lights that were turned on inside the room were overcast.
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