To facilitate his actions, Fan Chaolun specially bribed the steward to arrange a single room for him.
Perhaps because he appeared quite astute, or maybe because there weren't many servants employed at the Commander Mansion, he actually managed to get a solitary room in a deserted and secluded courtyard.
Compared to the desolation and isolation of the place, Fan Chaolun was more pleased with the condition that he was the only one living here, which made it convenient for him to act covertly.
But that day, shortly after he had returned and lay down on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Just moments ago, he felt as if someone was staring at him from outside the window, a faint sense of murderous intent circulating in the air.
"Who?"
He charged out the door, but the outside was empty, not a soul in sight.
"Could it be... my imagination?"
Fan Chaolun, frowning, lay back down on his bed.
However, it wasn't long before the sensation of being watched crept up on him again.
