Night fell.
Outside the camp of Gered's gang.
As seasoned criminals, they were very cautious, setting up guards around the perimeter.
The bonfires gradually died out, and the cries of the Gaosuo women were drowned out by the gang members' curses and lashes.
Under the glow of the moon and stars, the plains were quiet. Many gang members had fallen into deep sleep.
Su Lu looked at the guards on duty, not making a move immediately.
With his passive ability, Agile Steps LV1, he could have easily sneaked up on them for a throat-slit assassination.
But he didn't do anything, he just quietly lay on the ground, his soul momentarily leaving his body.
In an instant, numerous colourful Mental Secret Realms appeared before him.
Most of them were ordinary people's orbs of light, but there was a small floating island and a terrifying entity next to it that was several times larger.
