"In the Great Yan Martial World, those who are highly skilled in martial arts and act stealthily are mostly experts from the Demon Sect,"
An Jing stood silently in the distance, peering through the gap and thought to himself, "Of course, I'm not one of them, I only have my compelling reasons."
His stealthiness had its own reasons.
Under the immense pressure from the Xuanyi Guard and the Zhenyi Sect, the Demon Sect essentially had no conditions for existence in Great Yan; they could only hide and live like rats crossing the streets.
Thinking that his wife was also in such a state, An Jing felt a dull pain in his heart.
He was determined to get his wife out of the Demon Sea as soon as possible.
An Jing clenched his fists tightly, silently making up his mind.
In the house, the voices of several people continuously reached his ears.
At that moment, footsteps were heard from outside, and two people walked in slowly.
