"Master, are you alright?" Inside a high-end restaurant, an elderly man was trembling uncontrollably as he drew the curtains shut in a panicked manner, and his teeth were chattering audibly.

The man was very old, looking to be in his eighties, and he was wearing a simple black Taoist robe. No matter how his disciple tried to help him to his feet, he didn't dare to stand up. Instead, all he did was frantically cover his own nose and mouth.

"Is there something wrong with the air here?" His disciple was in his twenties, and he was quite perplexed. His master, Chang Kongzi, was one of the three founding fathers of the Zhengyi Dao, and he had been paid handsomely to hold a Dao seminar. A presidential suite had also been arranged for him in a five-star hotel, so there shouldn't have been any problems with the air here.

Also, he wasn't aware of any history of heart problems with his master.

Right at this moment, Chang Gongzi suddenly gripped onto his wrist, then silently mouthed the words "don't move! get down!" to him.

For some reason, even though all the windows were tightly shut, an extremely cold gust of wind abruptly swept through the room, and the light fixtures began to flash and zap unsteadily. Some blurry shadows had appeared between the flickering lights, and an inexplicable sense of fear permeated throughout the room.

Cold sweat began...