The Meng family's residence was vast, yet upon entering, a calm stillness pervaded. Only an old servant came to greet them.
Meng Jiang turned, his voice edged with an apology, "Sorry, the rest of the servants have been scared off."
Ding Chenmo replied harshly, "Mr. Meng, there's no need for formalities, let's go straight upstairs."
Shock gripped Meng Jiang's heart; he hadn't mentioned a thing, and yet Ding Chenmo knew Jingyi was on the second floor—truly, a worthy grandson of Mr. Ding.
Upon arrival, Ding Chenmo and Wen Jiaren immediately sensed an oppressive miasma of resentful energy. This foul aura was thick, lingering ominously over the Meng household's roof, seemingly for quite some time. If this persisted, those dwelling here would surely fall prey to the malevolent influences.
