The manor was completely restored to clarity under the night sky.

Without the dense fog, the hazy starlight poured down, and the inside and outside of the manor looked incredibly translucent.

When Wang Tianzhong walked into the manor, the last wisp of white mist in the corner had turned into a silken thread, slowly swimming and floating in the direction of Li Tianlan.

As he approached, the strand of white silk visibly paused, and then continued to float over towards Li ...