The nights in Chengchuan City remained prosperous, but beneath this glittering facade, an undercurrent was quietly surging. Chen Haotian stood on the balcony of his apartment, holding a cup of hot tea, his deep gaze seemingly able to pierce through layers of mist.
The threat coming from Guangyao City was the only thing he had found slightly interesting lately. As the sole cultivator in Chengchuan City, he did not fear any challenge, but behind this storm, more unknown secrets seemed to be hidden.
**The Secret Visitor**
Chapter 32