Su Yun caught the sound of breathing and slowly walked towards the living room. As he had already developed a habit of preventing pursuit, the curtains in the living room were almost never drawn. This also made the living room pitch-black, making it impossible to see anything.
However, this did not pose a threat to Su Yun. He slowly closed his eyes in the darkness and raised the wooden saber in his hand slightly. With his powerful saber technique perception and the familiar environment, Su Yun could still move freely in the darkness. Moreover, he smelled a strong smell of blood.
Suddenly, Su Yun caught the source of the sound and slashed down.
Swoosh!
However, at this moment, an extremely weak and familiar voice sounded. "Su… Su Yun…"
Upon hearing this voice, Su Yun felt as if he had been struck by lightning and was immediately stunned on the spot. The wooden saber in his hand suddenly froze in the air, only an inch away from the other party's head.
