With the wind howling and the moon hidden, it was the dead of night—the very hour for murder and arson.
Zhou Chuan's Spiritual Power had dwindled to just a fifth, forcing him to halt his cultivation and sit in meditation to regulate his breath. The moment he settled onto his straw mat, however, he caught a disturbance outside.
Possessing a formidable divine sense, he released it to sweep the surrounding area, immediately spotting a shadowy figure.
Chapter 30