C1157 White mass

Strangely, when the two of them returned to the side of the courtyard wall, the scene in front of Ye Cheng became much calmer. There was no black mass, nor were there any random eyes peeking at him.

"It's 12: 05!"

Qiao Yingzhe's wrist watch began to move. He shook his wrist and placed it close to his ear, ticking continuously from side to side