The air in the courtyard was in turmoil, surging towards Qin Yi and then rippling outwards.
Qin Yi was very certain that his sister had been in this courtyard, or at least had stayed here once before.
However, after searching every room, Qin Yi's face fell, looking grim and terrible.
This place seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, with a layer of dust as thick as paper covering each room, and no signs of human activity.
Unwilling to give up, Qin Yi meticulously checked each room again, but still found nothing.
When each room's door was pushed open, dust fell from the doors, indicating that it hadn't been recently disturbed. Moreover, the thick dust on the ground showed no footprints or anything.
Standing in the courtyard, Qin Yi frowned deeply. The air around him mirrored his mood, swirling violently with his breaths, forming small vortices.
